Lo Now

Hey listen:
I've been listening,
as you've been shuffling,
shushing and hushing,
to that sweet sound
you've been whistling
and the rhythm of
corduroy between your thighs.

Hey mister,
you've been missing
while I've been missing
what you're dishing:
something like heroine,
something like booze,
like a mother's laugh
or a witch's giggle.

Lo now.
Low now.
Lo, low low
now:
hold me
like you held me,
like you never felled me,
like you never loved me
in the name of timber,
in the nick of time.