The secret is there is no secret.
What do men want? What do women want?
In comes Time
To sweep away the derelict flirts
With his besom broom. And what do they know?
Glitter and shadow.
It was so fine
To be looking down from the balcony.
Our men had reputations so
They muffled their faces.
And laughter: they are sinister
And damn attractive. Even the toothless