Apr 02, 2006 00:58
my name is impulse
and i begin my love affairs
in hotel rooms
in states too spontaneous to name.
word slips get me roses,
so the distance doesn't hold me.
i bite my lip to stop your breath.
i pop my ribs out of place
and still show up at your door hours early,
and sometimes unexpectedly.
i'm dedication at it's best.
seeing as strangers lavish me with drinks
and beg and plead for my return,
and seeing as i've become addicted
to your charming sense of humor
and the way you work the room,
and seeing as i like the sound
of my heels clicking over
pennsylvania's black tops, sidewalks, and curbs,
i think i'll make it my new home.