Jack William James is a Scottish-Irish poet whose accent is neither. He lives in East London. He has a wide range of interests, including Shakespeare, psychology and queer sexuality. He says that writing hot wee poems for a sexy menswear brand is his dream brief.
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I met Eric in the locker room,
he was wrestling with his lace.
He had bit his nails too short
to unpick the tight-knit knot.
As I knelt to help,
his mid-thigh shorts pitched
mere inches from my face.
J. WILLIAM JAMES
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Eric Slipped me his number
while I was towelling dry,
scrawled in black on the back
of a Sweatbox loyalty card.
'I'd like if you'd bend
knight-like
at my feet again'
'And I'd like if you'd lunge
shorts-clad
into my life,
my handsome new friend'
J. WILLIAM JAMES
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Eric cycled to our date
which made me like him more.
"They first sewed the jock in Boston
designed for biking boys."
"You seem a font of knowing,
what made you research that?"
"Well my passion is sports fashion
and the tight strapping of pert butt."
J. WILLIAM JAMES
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I found Eric in my bathroom trying on my briefs.
"They suit you well."
"I like their smell."
I kissed him on his cheek.
J. WILLIAM JAMES
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Eric has an eye for style.
You see a well dressed man
and Eric's checked the app.
J. WILLIAM JAMES
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Eric is a gender, and I feel euphoria.
J. WILLIAM JAMES
