Zee

Men who need to love again, eat calf's liver and greens, nibble at succulent entrée’s, my Nana used to cobble stew, on stoves where I would keep, charms in the house that bore you, they make lovely women vain, their orange suns are sweet, white hotels glisten and sway, Nana used to walk the Brew, my Ma’s Bath House sweeping, steaming Copper’s iron tubed, faces shrouded cold as icons, these men do all the speaking, women if important to pursue, expensive designs golden maze, they won’t seek your ease, rich old guys at Cafe’ museums, want only wine and trophy.