Remembering Morning Halos: Romantic IMprov Poetry

That I could once again/
lay in your arms,/
turn my face toward your charms/
and whisper, deep,/
words of understanding,/
questioning,/
probing,/
asking,/
as the sunrise/
created a halo/
around your hallowed face,/
and I felt peace.

She Wasn't Listening: Romantic IMprov Poetry

I want you to hurry back.
I want you to miss me.
I want you to decide.
I want you to kiss me.
I want you to do stuff with me.
I want you to just be.
I want you to keep calling me.
I want you to keep enthralling me.
I want you to keep texting me.
I want you to stop vexing me.
I want to you stop worrying.
I want you to keep blog stalking.
I want you.
I want you, too.