you lie with your teeth, white lies,
trimmed with milkfat and sugar
and baked into pale glowing pies:
the resplendence of virtues!
and your fingertips lie as they move
sneaking and searching for truth,
tracing my body, its lines and grooves
to find a secret i never told.
the body is one sweet masquerade,
a ballroom with candles and syrup
and sconces, a whole dreamscape created
to make me finally open my mouth.