Voodoo Poem by Martina E. Elenbaas

Oh, there is voodoo in your words,
and your wrists tell jingle-jangle
of blue-green bangles,
turqoise and silver
found in sun-shy caves.

Out of the gaze
of your prairie sky eyes,
shooting stars come my way,
I glow in their blinding shine.

Your voodoo lips
disturb my sleep,
your hair is caught
in the dream catchers
of my fantasies
and I am
dangling dangerously
deep in the chasms
in the canyons
of your love.