Christmastime Gift Is Still Selfishness: Revolutionary Improv Email Sonnet

I came at Christmastime bearing gifts,
not of gold, frankincense and myrrh,
but instead of contemplation,
intelligence and mirth.

My offering was time:
the chance to step away
from the duties, the struggle
of her day-to-day.

I thought my kindnesses
would somehow extend
needed emotional relief;
a heart-felt helping hand.

But gifts that ignore another’s deeper need
are simply signs of my self-centeredness and greed.

Why Get A Room?: Romantic Improv Email Sonnet

The purpose
of ignoring housekeeping
is not passion,
but gentle sleeping.

If we’re not together curled,
in gentle slumber entwined,
then we should be at some cafe’,
getting wined and dined.

Or if Mother Nature
is what you like,
we should be out
taking a hike.

To check into a room and awake alone
is not what I want. I’ll just stay home.

Letting You Feel Emotions: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

Can U feel emotions?/
You just need to be made love to,/
long and well,/
physically,
mentally/
and emotionally,/
by someone who knows how to do all 3/
simultaneously.
(add on — next text)
Of course, I’ve done 2 of 3./
Only you can dream the physicality/
into reality.