If / Then

I was the still one
sitting quietly
Bench-perched
Alone but not lonely.

Your smile was brilliant
You poured it over me like warm honey and
I wanted to consume you
I wanted to eat you whole
right there
in the lobby.

You are
sex and sushi
tattoos and croissants
weed/caffeine/cigarettes
books and Perl and porn and
the Internet.

That is your algorithm.