October (love poem)

In the middle of a wheel
broken like a butterfly
asleep his whole life
in awe muddled
with his orchestra forgotten
his fingers in blood
a boy fell falling
into her heart

and as light flew
a gathering of tubas
played for pennies
out on the lawn
while three women
each celluloid
floated their frames
on the surface of the pool
their lungs long gone
their memories intact
their guilt overflowing
until the house of his dreams
began drowning
became drowned in love.

(He talks
says all I want is you
lying there alone
for he certainly wants
this toothless single key
forced through love’s lock;
while asleep, awake
he dreams a circle round
of them going on).