Love Like An Alarm
All things can tempt me to the sweet kiss of sleep;
fewer those that wake me from the placid deep.
I found one way when I glanced upon your face -
Your visage a canvas; my old dreams erase.
I rise again like a victim of the grave.
Blood courses through my veins past the damning stave.
A sharp ring of the clock breaks the somnist's curse.
Your soft gaze is an alarm, though not so terse.
I feel asleep a shadow, knowing no need.
Now my eyes are restless, until love they read.
11 March 2020
Written for "All Things Can Tempt Me" contest, sponsored by Beth Evans
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