It’s Your Choice: Romantic IMprov Blogging Rhyming Haiku

It’s your choice. I give/
you voice. Lead and guide our talk,/
or in silence walk.

Being Independent: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
What’s the attraction?

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
I don’t get the draw.

I am embarrassed/
by dawn’s bright light/
to have illuminated/
what I wrote last night.

Her slow response time/
made him wonder: Continue?/
Or let her slumber?

He leaned
and, listening, dreamed
thots of her,
voice near,
in near slumber.

What mite
it b like
2 hear her voice,
close?

2 feel her form,
warm,
at times b4 felt,
that made him melt?

Would she be prepared/
or unaware of what late/
night missive he’d give?

Feelings of desire/
stir in me old memories:/
Shame and foolishness.

Feelings of desire/
stir old mem’ries of shame and/
foolishness in me.

Not that they even/
care, but there are people in/
my prayers constantly.

My heart rate rises/
when you appear, and whisper:/
“Let’s get it in gear!”

If cell phones had been/
invented then, Joe’d get such/
pics from Marilyn.