Adam’s Sweat

His hair was colored like the soul of flares

That curl up from licking flames. Those arms

Were lightly glorified by copper hairs

Which magnified their swollen, manly charms.

Warm major veins that ran along the bulge

Of biceps there were made by Christ to show

Perfection at creation’s height, divulge

A final, subtle manliness when glow

Of sweat heightened revelation. His lips

Held stronger, darker pinkness in their curves

Than woman’s. Potent, shark-like power of hips

Thrust outwards, emblem of how life preserves

Its sanctity through certainty and greed.

His shoulders had the force of fervent need.