In a room
three stories up
we're so high
we'll never come down.
I look out the
metal framed window
and see only the
flat tops of nearby buildings,
leafy green trees,
small people walking.
I swim through the
deep brown of her eyes
while the blond of her hair
tickles the side of my face
and she tells me about cocaine.
It's an amphetamine taken from the Erythroxylon coca bush. On the street it's known as coke, C, snow, flake, or blow. It feels so good.
I was hoping
to tell her
how good she smelled
when she got out
of the shower,
and how I smiled
all night after I met her.
Her eyes are so brown.
But now I'm scared.
Amphetamine poisoning.
The Igobaine Dossier.
Methadone enhanced withdrawal seizures
while sweating in bed waiting
for your next fix.
It feels so good?
I'm scared of coming down
through that open window.
I'm scared of heights.
I'm scared I'm falling for her.
It's an amphetamine
