Flirter boy

 Flirter boy, you thought your youth
Made you madder than the rest
Freer than yourself,
you’ll trip on your wings 
As you plunge into her eyes, 
And the game is tilted
beneath the overtones
Of the stories you paint into her smiles 

You hold her again,
and swing her so softly
Maybe she’ll fall into
the rythm of your lies
 You wonder how her
skin feels
when all walls
Fall.