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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.

Teach Me With Your Smile: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

 Will you teach me,

 and let me see

 how you’ll reach me

 without poetry.

 Send your smile

 from your sweet face.

 Rest your gaze awhile;

 fill my empty space.

 Talk to me deep

 with dulcimer tones.

 In my mind creep

 through touch, computers, phones.

 

 Then, at last, when we again meet,

 I’ll savor your wisdom with no repeat.

God’s Observation Frustration: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Poem

I can’t take credit for beauty’s Creation,/

but I will acknowledge my observation./

I view and grasp glory sans hesitation,/

from the grandest sunrise to the smallest crustacean./

Sometimes, I can feel His frustration/

as others walk the world in blind libation.