last night's party
you and me
climbing on the tallest tree
we first think through our feet
and then with our mind
but it seems to be working
at least at these times

you found your place right in between
your legs swing in the air
and your face softly lit
by the dimmed shining planets
swinging alongside the leafs
marking the distance
that we try not too see

i lay on a branch
the highest to reach
the figures beneath me
hectic ants at my feet
i look down at my angel
with his white feathered wing
the moon on his side
is just a tray holding beers
i never want to come down
i like it up here
don't try to convince me
or climb next to me.