Is it fun/
2 get thus turned on?/
Is it me/
who’s sexy?/
Or poetry/
that sets thee/
on fire/
with desire?/
(He asks coy questions with a smirk/
as she heads off 2 work.)

I, thru the winter wait,/
sleeping hung,/
but now am awake,/
and sprung/
into action/
because of the attraction/
your words create./
I dont want 2 wait/
4 satisfaction.

That’s 2 poems u’ve received/
from me./
Oh wait! Here’s 3,/
to thee./
And if I send one more,/
that will be 4!/
A quad of rhymes sent/
2 someone I haven’t/
yet/
met.

Spring’s sprung in me./
Every time I c/
a message from thee/
waiting there,/
it’s like a breath of fresh air,/
or the warmth of a fire/
that lights the desire/
in me.

U must understand/
that the touch of my hand/
really means nothing./
It’s only a way/
4 the Father 2 say/
U r doing ok!/
He’s got you in His sights/
U r doing alright!

Alternate version
U must understand/
that the touch of my hand/
really means nothing./
It’s only a way/
4 the Mother 2 say/
U r doing ok!/
She’s got U in Her sights/
U r doing alright!

Several months ago, in the dead of winter, I wronged someone I think the world of. I’ve tried to figure out how to say I was sorry when saying “I’m sorry” wasn’t believed. Maybe through this Haiku?

I remain sorry./
Like frost before spring sun’s rays,/
I have no defense.

Her online photos were cute,
her bod was, to boot,
(and though some may not care
I have a thing for blonde hair!)

But her profile caught my eye,
and made me laugh and sigh:
Some of the things she said
spoke to my heart and head.

She likes passion, and romance, too!
Even her name – a QT wanting U –
And I knew, from where I stood,
when we were done, she would.

So I think I’ll invite her to wave at the cops
going topless on I-5 in my rag top!