White lies
Soft cotton flecks of ice
snowballing
You say one taste is enough
but the tongue burns
with longing for more
It is art, you say
not deception
and tow the fine line
that separates them
You are sly, sleek
slinking between stories
dodging pillars of concrete truth,
serpentine
And yet it is I who
fall for, hypnotized
like a snake to a charmer
