• 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

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