Would you like to be my boyfriend
by Christos Polydorou
Would you like to be my boyfriend.
I’ll take you to the National Portrait Gallery.
Be by me a lot of the time.
I bake a masterpiece lasagne from scratch.
I don’t even need a recipe.
Baby, be mine.
I’ll take you to Tate Modern, to dine.
Afternoon tea at Harrods, overlooking the disenfranchised.
Stars will shine with time.
And the sublime will rhyme with pitch.
So blonde, your hair almost white.
Your young skin, your youth, I want to tear at it.
With my claws.