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)
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