Voodoo

by Larry Moore

Beautiful lady
You got that Black Magic
And that Voodoo that you do
Can’t help but to cause havoc.
Anymore,
I dream in shades of brown—
In shades of your skin—
I dream in shades of chocolate.
And those dreams
They do now blend and bend
Into scenes of a dark apocalypse
But the sky is mahogany
And it speaks to me
In tones that are native to you.
A tongue that intricately
Weaves your voodoo.
Even as I pull through those
Long hot nights
To mornings
Your reign over my mind holds true.
See,
I can’t even enjoy my food any longer
‘Cause
All my taste buds can do any longer
Is
Wonder if this is what you taste like.
It’s getting to the point
Where I just might
Mentally fall
This shit is heavy
Weighing me down like
Only
Rich chocolate can.
Making it hard to move—
Watching not my frame,
But my heart and soul expand—
What is a man to do?
Caught in sweet, smooth, sinking sand
That engulfs every crevice and groove
All due
To this damn voodoo that you do.
Damn how you wield your beautiful
Black Magic—
And if
I can’t taste that Black, chocolate lady soon,
I think the results might be tragic!