Ghosts

Black sky, crisp with stars
scatters dust-coloured patches
into Rorschach clouds:
they are vapours that shift
into indiscernible shapes, drift
over darkness and moonlight.

Breath clings close to my mouth
in shapeless clouds, lingers
in the chilled air. These amorphic
ghosts absorb into pores,
shiver beneath skin,
whisper cold against bones.
Become apparitions
in the blood.