Crunching ice while he’s/
thinking of you is all a /
man should want to do
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Her Message Wasn’t Gross: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
It was, he thought to/
himself, a fantastic and/
wonderful message.
What If? Romantic Email Poetic Lament
What if… ?
What if,
no matter what,
I can’t stand
the thought
of being without you
again?
What if,
no matter what,
I can’t bear
the loneliness
in my heart?
What if,
despite everything,
I can’t take
the emptiness
in my arms?
What if,
despite your reasoning,
I’d do anything
to see you again
sooner
rather than later?
What if
we could make it
happen?
What if …?
Who’s The Muse? Romantic Email Haiku
I wonder this time/
if she’ll still wonder and ask/
who the muse is now.
Splitting The Grey: Romantic Email Poem
In the valley
this morning,
alone,
all I could see
were grey overcast clouds.
Like mush,
they squatted
and settled,
heavy and low,
on the mountains
shutting out all light,
enveloping in gloom.
Suddenly,
over a canyon,
a cloud break appeared,
splitting the blanket,
enlightening the entire
depression-bound valley
with a blaze of golden light.
It was
not blinding,
but illuminating
and uplifting
and exciting
and invigorating.
Like the grass you walked through;
like your shimmering lake-side hair;
like your late-summer skin;
like your I-see-you! smile;
like the way you make me feel
even
when you think you don’t.
Cleaning Out Junk: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
The space vacated/
when I clean my life of junk/
leaves room for wonder.
When You No Longer Have Time: IMprov Rhyming Blogging Sonnet
When you no longer have time
to receive my verse,
to accept the rhymes
that I reherse.
Yet you, still, are my muse
regardless of my heart’s folly,
or what I’ll use
(in terms of technology)
To deliver my lines
and my romance;
my feelings refined;
my desire to dance;
When you’ve put communication on the shelf,
I’ll find ways to write, and dance with myself.
Nighttime Impacts Daytime: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku
Because your nighttime/
determines your day, I’ll ask:/
“How’d you sleep last night?”
Can I Handle The Touch? Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poetry
Can I handle the touch?
I think so,
for when you’ve craved something so much
you relish every bite,
every morsel and taste.
You never let lips take flight,
nor waste
the tender newness
and gentle caress
of what you’ve waited so long for,
sans haste.
Standing Hand Holding: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poetry
When I hold your hand/
can you stand/
a butterfly’s wings,/
(delicate, tender things,)/
unfolding as it fans?
Tracing across your palm and wrist?
Dancing lightly, like a butterfly’s kiss?
And then matching fingers’ gentle trace?
Moving up from your hand to cup your face?
Can you tolerate hand holding that grand?
If you can,
I might yet be your man.