Two at night

I wrote this poem quite some time ago. It is…

well, read it yourself 🙂



“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

Sylvia Plath

Something supermagical about this night.

Looking at you.

Your brightly open eyes, spread lips,

beloved shadow coming close to me.

Feeling you.

Your warming embrace all over me,

smell of your skin.

Hearing you.

This voice…

arms, hair, eyes, mind, palms, fingers, lips …!


Pity you don’t exist.