Poems

Ginger

That ginger boy has skin as thin
as rice-paper. He's translucent.
Sharp as sherbet when he's bitten.

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Midnight Supermarket

The best thing about all-night shops
is plenty of time for fucking,
no crush, no rush, no bitter loss

at the checkout, just time to suck
at the huge eye-candy counter:
night, when single men go shopping.

To begin, the blond in denim
fingering obscenely shaped fruit,
thrown to the pink terazzo tiles,

jeans pulled off, I suck on ripe plums
pressing bananas and then sweet
potatoes up his moaning hole.

And the harsh lights spill through the plate glass
to the wet car park outside while
we orgy with fruitful glances.

I open the lips of the guy
behind the fish counter: snapper.
Those tight black trousers they work in!

The queen at the Deli and I
look over quality imports
but we're just playing with ourselves.

Saving the best for last, dessert:
checkout boy, whose arm action back
and forth, items through a scanner,

is really a stroke of my cock,
bleep and green light and orgasm:
the best thing about all-night shops...

©2005 by Callum James

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Callum James is a writer, book dealer, and collector, living with his partner on the South Coast of England. He has published a wide variety of short gay fiction, features and poetry as well as a rather interesting and eclectic blog.