So, bring guys home from the pub
at a quarter to three in the morning
& be sure to stomp loudly
going up the stairs to your bedroom.
But while you natter at that boy,
Thinking you have finally found someone
who cares about your thoughts
There is something I know as I lie in bed,
awakened by you, listening:
So that you might one day strive a little higher
& so I might get some sleep, you should know
That while you talk & talk & talk & talk
That fellow sits there waiting, hoping—
—that you will soon
    Shut up
& get naked.