An Open Letter to Mr Trumpet Man, eternal captor of my bloodied heart

Sweet one, your lips say ten thousand words, then thousands times, with each breathe that passes over your delicate, trembling tongue.


You alone, all alone, with your voice of caves deep, dark and treacherous, you alone, shall forever cause my needs to buckle beneath your hands, my heart to melt out of my evergreen finger tips, you alone shall be my reason for this bittersweet existence of never satisfied desire and eternal lust, you alone, shall hold my soul away from the light, in the glowing embers of your eternal kiss.


Your lips alone, your words, your touch. You alone,
You have me, entirely, irreparably, unavoidably, impossibly, ridiculously, painfully, addictively, eternally captivated.