Pocket Money

 
Who knows how long ago
he posed? He reclines, his thighs
spread wide, his head cocked at an angle,
while he seems to stare at the lens
as he might stare at a phantom partner,
who had come upon him there.
 
A tee shirt is all he wears. He holds
his rigid cock. The camera’s voracious eye
has him frozen. The voyeur within
can see every fleshy detail, as far
as the crevasse that separates
his buttocks.
 
                                      Long ago
the session finished, he was paid.
His image remained
to drift through cyber space.