101 Jamaican Love Poems by Denise N. Fyffe - HTML preview

4. Princely Deception

Walking down the road in cool December,

My eyes stumbled and bucked up this brotha

Six feet of pure handsomeness,

Features a prince could only possess;

Teeth that glittered like freshly laid snow,

A smile that signalled welcome home

The effect I felt as my breath left my chest,

Utopia so divine I said yes Lord yes;

Strutting like a sun god, he floated over,

Whispered sweet nothings and bowled me over.

My smile was high and six feet wide,

Thoughts floating and I’m thinking, is this my guy;

A spiritual tap bid me to stop,

A voice so still one I totally forgot.

My main man was speaking binding me to listen,

As he filled me in on this brotha I was courting;

The low down I received,

By this brotha I was nearly deceived;

You see I have this man who speaks without deceit

He already possesses the treasures you offer,

The treasures I seek;

Don’t think me dumb or even naïve,

Lies and falsehoods don’t interest me;

The love I ask for and all the things I need

This man already died for, on a tree.