Men in season

by Christos Polydorou

20160522_142205.jpgYour 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.

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