
Michaela
Awaken
The alarm blares through the morning
Giving us repeated warnings
That a new day once more is dawning
But we don't care to heed
Until it issues its fifth sounding
Then, rolling, reaching, grounding
Our arms the other all surrounding
We groggily accede
Once or twice – or thrice – more kissing
Night's fog in silver slivers lifting
Into daylight tender drifting
Our movements garner speed
Then, contradicting missions rending
One from another, hours blending
Until dusk signals this span's ending
And bedtime is decreed