two plain souls

every being has their spells

every being has 
their spells,
their secret magnetism 
which casts 
invisible charms 
like airborne elixir 
into the lungs of 
their prey. 

this is 
no voodoo, 
no razzle-dazzle,
(though one’s
witchery may
have a jumpin’
backbeat while
another may have
a spiky tang).

fascination is an
everyday concern--
its trances and 
its sorcery
doled out as freely
as a husky laugh 
a musky scent.

yet it's another
routine ravishment 
unfolding in 
broad daylight 
between 
two plain souls --
sorcery hidden 
to everyone, 
that is,
but betwixt
this bewitched
pair. 

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Poem 14 of 31 in the series “The Liminal Season.”

Today’s word was “secrets,” given to me by a fellow writer, Nathanael.

I love the idea of being attracted to another human soul— to me that attraction (in whatever form which could be friendship, etc) — is intense and intense private and unknown to others.

It’s also common.