Fine Print

All In

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.

  • Author: All In (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2022 20:20
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  • L. B. Mek

    I hate that flip-flop
    spineless term:
    'what I meant to say'..
    because it's grounded
    on modernity's need for reactionary
    dialogue
    devoid of thought, words are vomited
    quickly, loudly with impotent fury
    with the goal being to argue
    and nothing else..
    then when they realise they can't
    worm their way out
    begins, the whole back stepping
    explaining..
    it's all so petty and boring...
    (such a relatable read
    thanks for sharing)

    • All In

      Lol. Well, in this case it is used to express the depth of sensual touch. Someone might say “I love you” or they might say “this feels good” but bodily actions or reactions will emphasize those things, and those actions or reactions are “what (they) meant to say”.

      But generally I would agree with you on the saying lol.

      Thanks for reading. 🙂

      • L. B. Mek

        my bad, i do like a good pointless rant
        thanks for tolerating me

        • All In

          You’re fine 🙂 good to rant sometimes lol



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