#405 La reconnaissance infinie

He stands on a globe
of sheet music to draw
closer to those lips. The
globe plays up like a
pianola, starts tinkling

beneath his feet as they
stir it to life. The song
that emerges is repetitive—
rock my heart it goes, over
& over. Then the lips open

& invite an even closer
approach. It's a siren song;
but he recognizes that too
late as he is swallowed up
in to the dried-blood sky.