Your beauty
makes me so
desperate. I don’t wish
to look at you
anymore, I wish
to escape. Whenever
I look at
the Isle of Dogs
from my bedroom window
I yearn
to wrap
all my legs
and their
until then
meaninglessness
around
the Isle of Dogs. Look at you
instead? and experience
all my nectarines
tear through
my forehead
skin ?
as they blossom
in tandem? from
inside
my brain? into
the outside
world? Bloom
Spring seasons inside of me,
I need to feel like a real man.
Lie beside me
as we count
the aeroplanes
descending
towards
Gatwick.