The Pleasure: Romantic IMprov Limerick

Can’t a woman just like me for my mind…
instead of the inevitable pleasure they will find
at my hand?
Can’t they understand
the mind’s more divine?

I'm Glad You Moved On: Romantic Email Poetry

I’m glad you moved on,
and clicked the “meet me” button.
That means you’re available,
even if you’re just up the hill.

I won’t use forbidden words
You’ve so often heard
to describe you.
They must chide you.

Instead, I’ll offer my selfless heart.
With that kindness, that’s how I’ll start:
Give of my giving self
to pull you off your shelf.

A spontaneous creative man with a young soul,
coupled with a similar woman: Come on, let’s go!

What If You: Romantic Improv Blogging Poetic Lament

What if
your loneliness
pushed me
into a choice
I didn’t want to make yet.

What if,
as I look back on it,
I realize
I chose too soon.

What if
the crying
and goodbyeing
were caused by you thinking
in your mind
it would probably
happen eventually.

What if
I was confused
again
about what I wanted,
where I wanted to live,
how I wanted to be.

What if
you had said
nothing;
had let it play out;
had let me figure me out.

What if
you didn’t know
a few days later
that I’d look at your photos
and want to go
back
to where I was before,
before all the
what ifs
happened.

What if you
were wrong.

All Poems Have Been Written: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetic Lament

When I told her I wrote poetry, a woman told me “All poems have been written”. This are my poetic responses.

It’s hard speaking of poems from ignorance./
Like saying all great dances were already danced./
Don’t repeat riding thru the glade./
All love is already made.

Later (9 p.m.) I wrote this Haiku
One of the saddest/
and most absurd silly things/
that I’ve ever heard

I Regret Letting You Go: Romantic Improv Email Poem

I regret
that I let
you go.
You know,

I’m not amused.
Just confused.
No meanness intended,
I just extended

my soul
and lost control.
And now I’m here
on email and phone
alone.

It’s the same sad story:
I can just say I’m sorry,
as we both cry
and say goodbye.

Needing More Than Hugs: Romantic Improv Email Sonnet

Is that all you want? A hug?
Oh, E, oh! I need so much more!
I need you to roll up the rug!
I need us to tear up the floor.

I need to caress your sweet-framed face,
to put you in a trance,
as I glide you from place to place,
in a soft, warm late autumn dance.

And then you’ll take me by the hand,
and lead me where you will:
up stairs, down halls, to promised lands,
where our volcanic intensity thrills.

Where days, weeks, months, years of craving
moves and melts into fun misbehaving.