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.