Up the girl's
Light blue dress
Hands so stained
With cigarettes
Dangle her two
Long black plaits
Somewhere in a
Dream state
In her line
The poet sings
Love and drugs
Its the same thing
Four knees
On a fire escape
Somewhere in a
Dream state
Trace your lips
At 6 AM
Kiss the cut
That once bled
I like the soft edges
Of the rain
Somewhere in our
Dream state