Plane Moon Pain: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

I never fly wing./
Tonight I had to. There she/
shone, full of mem’ries.

Shoe Buying Practices: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

I often buy my/
footwear based on how they taste/
and if they’re chewy.

It sounded like she/
was looking for another/
two hours on the grass.

Garden and Boston/
books will go on shelves. The sharp/
cheese I’ll save for me.

When we do what we’re/
told, it’s not friendship that’s put/
aside, but our pride.

She thinks I’ve not known,/
or, knowing, don’t care. Both wrong./
She’s been in my prayers.

There was much more/
to discuss, but it was too/
early to say it.

Are there so many/
opportunities that you/
can just pass me by?

Is my poem written/
for you? Yes! Just like Blake wrote/
for me. Paul did, too.

“He is,” she mused to/
herself, “a most unusual/
man. I could like that.”