Magick or IllusionWe spoke of ordinary things:
Of how we hate sex with strangers.
Of how we prefer cuddling to sex.
Of how the guy you've got a crush on
Just showed up with someone else.
And yet there were non-ordinary aspects:
Your leather harness.
Your appreciation of a massage adept.
You took your cocktail-fogged mind to bed
Instead of pursuing liaison
With any of the of eligible men in attendance.
Yet in the wake of your departure
I felt the echos of something:
Stirrings of something sexual
With twinges of magick.
The hairs on the back of my neck
Began to stand up and tingle.
A momentary vision of something special in the future.
Performers of stage magic
Say it's really all an illusion.
Perhaps so too with sex magick?
No, not illusion, an imagining.
A hoped-for possibility
Of communion with a kindred spirit.
|22 August 2002|
|by Bill Cattey|