19 November 2008

cyndi dawson

three lines
cyndi dawson

It was 25 years ago. Might as well been yesterday. He
Told me he would drive me home.
He told me three lines wouldn't hurt me just a little
High no big deal he cut four.
He told me he would drive me home
he blocked the door
He pushed his weight against
my arms my arms were wings I
Flew away.
I went above to brighter skies to small circles of
Light where angels embraced me in conversation- we
Spoke above these cotton clouds, so soft so soft I
Could feel only lightness and the wind of their kisses I
Smelled not the stench of breath but the pearls of their
Air I was alone he promised to take me home he said three lines
He said three lines....

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