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Coolth.

Earth a lifeless cement - Dirt frozen over, Trees bare and dead.

Wind a motionless freeze - Air is as if claws Cling onto our skin.

Sun a heartless deceit - A disk blank and white, An absence of heat.

Fire - its faint orange tongues barely touching our skin.

Layers of sweaters - heavy but transparent to coolth.

Submerged, by woods, by deathly coolth of morning, by thirst for warmth.

Together a freezing love - Forget the fire and layers, We hug.

Warmth.

(to MK, AK, DB, and Art)

[alasblogpoetry]

a whoosh! around the sun

On this day, precisely one solar year ago, the two of us went to a cafe, ordered hot chocolate, sat down, and created the alas! poetry blog. It has been an immensely creative yet inconsistent year. In the year to come, we will expand our blog in a plethora of directions, and post a great deal more regularly :)

We hope you are enjoying the ride and are ready for part two!

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souls

Late night calls, Math by campfire, Coffee in Dallas hotel, Tea and sugar in the wild, Talked and laughed out in the rain, Read French poems downtown, Climbed a fence in San Jose, Sang a song up on a mountain, And hugged every now and then,

Went together on adventures, Rivers where no one goes, Barns demolished and forgotten, Took a picture of the crows, Wandered off the trail together, Found flowers and cool rocks, Wrote a poem in a book store, Played card games in coffee shops,

Talked for hours in the day time, And spent nights without sleep, Shared secrets, thoughts, and values, Pondered how we came to be, Whom we were our whole existence, Ways we have never fit in, Whom we were when no one else was, Ways we fought the rules to live,

How alike we tend to think things, How we get my and your selves, How we are parts of each other, How we learned from one another, How we grew and bloomed together, How we turned into much more, How we always hugged each other, But how our souls would kiss,

Love through every when and where, Love together and apart,

People come but some don't leave us,

Some are parts of whom we are,