Her juju is jade – geological

Remains she twirls ‘round her hands

Bright and green, pristine, psychologically

Noted, and yet tantalizingly bland

Against the deep dark black thrill

Of skin: glistening and rippling

As she moves in for the kill.

See now the power of juju – crippling

Men Full Grown who prefer a hint of leg

A lower cut of dress pressed tight to flesh

Humbled by talking hands and strangely pegged

Like flies by an entomologist. Stares drawn to text

On slides – their eyes guided by the juju’s

Bright, green, tantalizing sight, next

They listen, then calmly sign, offer kudos

On a presentation so divine, so sharp, so right.

Her juju is Nana’s jade, silver braceleting Fortune’s delight.