the silver tongue

he bends words
with his silver tongue,
evades, slips in and out
of a conversation
never quite there,
never answering
or giving a hint
as to who he is,
what he's all about.
always selling something
or himself,
but you love
him just the same,
this friend of yours,
who can't find
his way through one
talk without a sprinkling
of white lies,
or deception. it's a
constant game. you've
learned to keep
your distance, staying
away at arms length out.