No rhyme nor compunction

 No trust in her eyes
fire in her hands
conflict radar
Fighting posture

At first demure
then fists raised
grin wider than a hyena
Laugh sardonically acid

A fall in joy
A loss of bliss
An urgency to repair
The offended stranger's composure

Offence was a game
a species of tennis
net on fire
grin to frown no love

At first demure
Then a testing 
With pointed aphorisms
and parallel nips

For age must be no fun
though sensitive egos are