Something Like a Smile

I slipped into sipping a cryptic intention

Selecting connections through haphazard direction

Feeling like peeling the surface layer

Through a well-intentioned, physical prayer

Yearning, for a person not learning the right thing to do

Finding, yet another case of advertised perfection

With a face like beauty, and a taste like metal.

We settled.

They did.

I dabbled with a poorly written fable

To feel stable, able, and favorable.

It felt acceptable.

Agreeable

For the foreseeable, next 30 minutes.

Pleasant gimmicks, between us both.

Brought us here.

Brought us,

Here.