Perfect Lies

Perfectly formed they drip steadily
like dew drops on Autumn morns.
Breathtaking in appearance of sincerity,
brain-biting as the truth dawns.

Precisely planted to wreak havoc.
Almost naive, almost innocent
untouchable like shadow on a rock.
Almost truths just a little bent.

Wired into place like bonsai branches
twisted into the shape of truth.
Appealing to the senses like oranges,
dripping, streaming smoothe.