She writes mind-bending/
verse, then vanishes, quiet,/
from my Universe.

I like when she drinks. /
Her mouth gets full of more than /
just fermented grapes.

Only a poet/
invites himself to girls’ night/
by writing haiku.

Now you have two new/
haiku written just for you./
Let’s see. Make that three.

Jimmer scored fifty-/
two, but I didn’t view the /
game. My choice was great!

Under a citrus-/
slice moon, you swooned again. Are/
we now more than friends?

I like you as a sex object:
My Ann Margaret poster.
Do you object?
My emotional roller coaster.

My object of desire.
The kindling of my fire.
My not knowing where or whence,
only knowing feeling that intense.