7 am

The alarm clock screams

Forcing me from slumber

Apprehensively, I answer the call

And you vanish like a shadow

Of wisps of smoke

Your presence is a mirage

Of love’s warm breeze,

Soft embrace

And tender kisses.

Like a wishful illusion

That disapparates at 7 sharp

Replacing your silky sounds

With a shrill cry

The sexy sun shine’s

Luxuriant heat

Turns to a chill, clammy caress

Your body becomes my pillow

And our refreshing kisses

Become a facedown mouthful of sand.

I hate you, 7 am.

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