Milkshakes and Fried Pickles

I really just wanted a pickle, being fried was a bonus
A pickle tastes perfect fried
The juice squirts down my chin; juicy perfection

You have never looked more beautiful
The malt makes my eyes roll back in my head
The super sweetness fills my stomach; painfully content

This is the moment we chose together
To become aware of not knowing is to see the game within
I stopped and saw behind into the place we dare not look

On the edge of belief
What is faith
I am perfect in this moment

All I wanted was a milkshake, the pickle was a bonus