The time machine/ Universal manipulation II.

I wake up, my eyes still closed.
Your gently, mellow breath on my nape,
Warmth and Intimacy all around
The odour of morning light.

Still half asleep I turn to you
In blurred vision: a subtly smile on your face,
Perceiving my presence.
Perfectly happy, I fall asleep again.

All of a sudden I wake up shocked.
Can´t feel you!? You´re gone?!
I awake to ferocious certainty:
You´ve never been here.

Noch eine Zeitmaschine. Weniger technisch, aber auf schönere, weil tragischere Weise auch nicht funktionstüchtiger.