I thought she was drunk
the first time our
chakras crossed.

But when I finally entered
her realm I realized that
her mind isn't intoxicated,
rather her heart is free.  

She loves France
though she's never been...
She loves the illusion of
a society full of hearts full of
sorrow.

But it isn't real! It never is.
France is a fictional reality--
a technicolor hot mess!  A song
pirouetting in a black and white film

She doesn't need herbs or
chemicals to be herself.
And I don't need them to **** me either!
She is her own drug
and she is high on herself