the world exists only for us

there is a cool breeze
it glissades along my arms
i breathe its fragrance

there are no stars
but the lemon-drop moon melts on my tongue
and i feast on the cotton-candy clouds

my promises are not empty
the universe is mine to give
anything you want will be yours
(would you like to have my balloon?)

tomorrow
we will remember that the world exists
only for us
and not that we are intoxicated
tonight