Two-Step

Misguided by forgiveness,
I extol my admonishments
with a bejeweled tongue.
Sharp-witted proverbs
directed by subversive agenda
disguise our discourse
as we pirouette around niceties.
I experience reality
with a dash of disbelief.
Feigned delight
peppers our well manicured exchange
aptly seasoned with melodic undertones.
Only a sophisticated palette
can deconstruct this interchange.
With distant eyes
we engage in this torrid fellowship,
I may be a sucker for love, but I am nobody's fool.