Seducer of the senses

Time delivered by speedpost

Future's melancholy signpost 

I ran out of stamps that day

And reposts took the beltway 

But the sweet seducer was gone

Before my words could press on

I hung the sign on my door frame

planted roses on dreams of fame

And moved in next door to reality

Where once Santa come down for tea

Phantom photons of those winter glows

Throw quantum tantrums of noon shadows

I wait for those letters written on wind

on music, memories, mind unconfined 

My poet, muse, seducer of my senses

Shatter my strings of silences, defenses

Lend me your pen so I may put into words

Bent fingers, burnt lips, raw burning chords