Backrubs flowed freely/
from my fingertips, but I /
never got them back.

You and your sweet sets/
of lips may again tango/
me most anxiously.

OR
… again tangle/
me deliciously.

You have your own life./
I’ll stop interrupting yours./
I’ll go find my own.

Jealous am I of/
garden space ready to take/
advantage of Spring.

If you want me to/
make excuses to not see/
you, I eas’ly can.

OR

Finding reasons to/
not see you is easy. I/
try the opposite.

Your chat message says/
I may be interrupting./
I’m glad to take risks.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZ_bANjV8og]Channel surfing on various Utah radio stations one Sunday morning, and hearing the same Bon Jovi song on 3 different stations within 30 minutes of each other, led me to write this haiku:

Sunday radio/
in Utah means repeated/
“Livin’ On A Prayer.”

Things I bot/
will rot/
in my trunk./
Sentimental, silly junk/
got/
4 a house-warming party/
that is not 2b./

I return/
2 where I live,/
again spurned;/
nothing 2 give.

No contact from you./
I do not know what to do./
On faith, I head North.

Long ago I was /
dreaming with you. We were far /
away and blissful.