Mrs. Juliette Low

if the sound that gets made with each going away
 were to lean on my knuckles to come
 then all the spinning about making moths in my mouth
 like a hymn from the heavens would hum
 babies sweet on the floor ever calling for more
 ever tasting their flight on their tongues
 see them roll on the ground with their bellies so round
 know they're bound to keep rolling along
 and mrs. juliette low sings so pretty and slow
 singing 'boy aint you going so wrong?
 if your voice is to pray and your legs is to stay
 then where you been going so long?'
 yet still the light likes to fade at the end of each day
 and it shines like a curtain of glass
 onto some state of grace where her movements takes place
 aint we always so going so fast
 in the chill of some gray afternoon
 in the still fading light of my room
 i'll be aching to say
 lover don't go away
 and we will not go away