Why waste the night with chaste thoughts
When you just might have brought me
Into the gutter with mutterings
Of stuttered words that replay
Playfully in my parched mind;
Unwind that twist in your tongue,
Your phrases, hung, may relay
Your say-so memos, fill holes
In an unfinished story;
Yes, here you are, pages parted
Like an open book;
I’m looking between the lines
For the fine print,
For what you meant
To say.