Habits Die Hard

You are flights of fancy.
You are all smokestack curls
and constant climax.
You don't do things halfway.
I think that means
stuck in the primary colors,
that you don't do much.

But when you do things,
they're california crazy,
racy, experimental,
extraordinary.

We are drawn, halting,
to your dynamics,
and you just sit
and watch
with those true eyes.
The only truth in your
whole, lounging body.

You are lethal.
The truth in your eyes
and the lies in your body.
Your body, that was made
for what?
You tell me.

That's how you want it anyway.
You want to tell me.
So do it, and give yourself
something to talk about later.