All The Old Men Are Gone
All the old men with beautiful manners are gone.
All the old men with courtly manners
who brush their lips or moustache over your hand
and look up the white pillar of your arm
meet your eyes with sweet kindness or desire-
The Hungarians, Italians and Russians who murmur into faces
with their own twinkling spheres gestures they find
‘deep in their hearts’ or perhaps like a well-oiled
Casanova, who glides across
the room and anchors your vanity to his side.
You are glad for the flirtation,
it makes the stomach flip,
Life Suddenly Worth Living
If even for the evening
you feel young and desirable once more.
They are all gone, replaced with new manners that
drink like flat champagne, a dullness behind the eyes
capturing nothing and inspiring less-
These have replaced all the old men with beautiful manners
for they are gone and mostly forgotten
except by those who remember and damn well know
what is missing.