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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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Static builds in the air Silently, steadily. The little world filling With unexpected tension. The storm breaks All is wrong with everything. The tempest squalls, Wounds the lightning, The rain pours

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So full of happiness and hope am I Down from my umber, sparkling eyes it streams, The appled drumlins of my cheeks capsize In full-fledged bliss so vast I can but weep: Struck in a moment by weight of

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Encased beneath your freckled skin Stretches a universe full of wonders We wake. I look into your eyes Nebulas entrancing my depths And you draw me to rest my head On your stomach Cavernous with black

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