Shaquana Adams- Three Poems

Jungle Man

Damn near six feet tall, muscular, and hairy from head to toe,

A Tarzan gentleman if you will

Big feet with an arch so huge,

The better for walking away

Tree trunk calves, 

To help with the lifting of heavy burdens

Huge thighs of muscle,

To later help toss off those burdens

A crotch that is covered,

Only to fool one into thinking it has nothing to do with who he is

A flab of stomach skin, the only soft spot on his body,

He’d laugh if one touched the belly button; he’d laugh at most things

Above the flab, some abs. How lovely.

The better to attract his mate(s)

Next, a chest with pecs, 

One would assume a heart under all that muscle

And attached, long arms for holding,

And later breaking

Further down, gigantic hands,

For touching of course

Between the shoulders lies a neck one can’t help but notice on a man

Just right, not too muscular, but dare I say, gentle

And next his face,

His goddamned beautiful face

The part that pulls you in and makes you believe

Half full lips,

Just right for kissing

A bright smile, 

That erupts one’s own happiness

A soft voice,

Almost velvet, for seduction

Facial features that are soft and say: I come in peace

But instincts say: He will leave you in pieces

Green eyes that send the looker into another realm,

They cried once

And last his hair

Dark, wild, static, crazy

Soft, smooth, dark, wild

Smooth, dark, wild, crazy Wild, dark, crazy, soft

Dark, crazy, wild, static

Static

I’d run my hand through it

He is a modern Tarzan, and like any jungle man he was an adventure

Yes

That’s what we will call him

An adventure.

   

Death

That horrible feeling,

the nurses outside the room,

the frowned wet faces.

Hold, hold.

Don't speak it.

For that would make it real

Honestly

If the man you love can lie,

To your face when you ask why,

Or if he loves you at all,

And then dares to have the gall,

To say he never meant you pain,

But your heart lies there slain,

And he doesn’t feel a thing,

Because you were just a fling,

Then Karma should come back,

With a bat and give him a whack,

Because it’s hard for you to heal.

Yes, that’s how I really feel. 

*Jungle Man was previously published in The Snow Island Review, 2011.

*Honestly was previously published in The World of Myth, 2012.