Believe It.

I feel so high,
up
above
everything.

Kebabs at midnight
a crescent moon looks on
through the window
we're flying.

The leaves of the fig tree
flap in the breeze
and an olive tree sways
dizzy
must be the altitude.

This evening
all three
we've been
bigger than we could have imagined
blown up
a celluloid illusion

but it's all real
or soon will be.

Green tea
musk
that sweet candy scent
I'm covered in it.

We're flying
all three
above the fig tree,
the olive tree
the crescent moon at our side.

It's all real.

You better believe it.