how to sell

In this age,
Digital
they call it,
secrets sell
more than loud
boisterous
announcements.
Little hints
of half truths
and half lies
beguiles more,
delights more,
captivates;
seductive,
sacrosanct.

Boys and girls,
men, women
who know how
to keep it
behind their
prettiness
allures more,
enchants more.

Sometimes I
wish I had
their strange whiff
of mystique,
this magic
to entice,
so that I
can pull you
here, closer
to my words
like monsoon
dragonflies
studying
a still pond:

You might find
my trifling
school of kois
int'resting.