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The Halo
by Derek Adams
(01/09/02)
There is something holy in the quality
of the afternoon light
that comes through the bedroom window,
its sheen on your shoulder’s
soft halo of down
as your back arches towards me,
that second
before everything is lost
in the shake of your hair.
Gross Indecencies
By the gloom grey unsterile light
of the station lavatory,
in front of an off-white adamant urinal.
A grey-haired pinstriped city gent
masturbates rhythmically
his eyes riveted
on the young, black and obviously
gifted penis
of a West Indian rent boy
who gyrates his hips slowly
to the bluesy back beat of a five pound note
and lends a helping hand to speed
the proceedings:
cautiously glancing toward the
lavatory entrance.
Unnoticed by the other men around them
who are
engrossed in their own indecencies
©2001 by Derek Adams
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Derek Adams was born in Walthamstow, East London, in 1957, and moved to
Essex in 1985. He has worked as a professional photographer since leaving school. He is a member of the Southend Poetry Group, and has previously had poems
published in Apostrophe, Poetry Nottingham, Red Lamp, Sol, Strange Horizons,
Seam, Southend Poetry, Tears in the Fence, The Whistle House, and Winedark
Sea. See more of his work at his Web site.
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