Graunia

Men who want women, eat calf’s liver and greens, something clings to them, the coming night groans, a wind hushed chill seizes, skin that clings to bones, worried they appear timid, by the city's muffled seethe, their desires know no limit, say they’ll make their ladies glow, show love every evening, bars are their road show, cognac turns their breath bitter, they doubt what love has gleaned, a silver disco ball glitter, beneath their moans, know what Goya’s seen, richer, older, a soft pillow, wine, bread, falling leaves.