Young Urban Swinger

Free love
it comes with a price, boy
honesty, integrity, humility

its dearer than the drink
he sips as we watch, knowing
its not love he wants

some kind of lust
there’s nothing wrong in that, yet
his reflections distort in a dishonest mirror

images of an urban Lothario,
or Cassanova playing for a reserved few
on his minds screen, plastic raincoats

the deluded images of rebellion,
there, moving, not real, not reel,
he’s playing the easy game

lying seems cheap,
much more expensive to be straight
out of his dream bed, he demands

all for nothing, a ruse of radicality
derivative in its desperation, mutation
hiding its upper-crusted fragility

freedom reigned by conventional control
unaware that free love is free apprehension
embracing uncertainty, free vulnerability

it comes with the territory
laying it all on the line, to be tossed away
it’s about humility and mutual liberty

it's not a one way street of desire
full of parked car conquests
it's about giving and getting respect

but I don't think he understands that
or at least not yet