Low Is?

When I said,
You can live with us,
My agenda was set.
You were my AOB,
and although I was
still recounting the
minutes of my last
Life.  I was thinking
About my next move.
Was it Low? Is it obvious?
That I wanted that thing
Below? Is it that plain?
the fact that we talked
In circles as you limbo’d
Around my subtle eyes,
clearly staring at your
Breasts.  I now know
What low is, it’s you.

When the joy lifted,
The awkward silence moved in.
They all fell out and you
moved out.  And I missed you.
And, although you found that
level of what low is, I still missed
You.