Closet Romantic Not: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

I would like to claim/
I’m a closet romantic,/
but I’m surely not.

Stumble To Fall: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

She hoped I wouldn’t/
stumble over her. It’d be/
nice to fall for her.

I’ve been hung up on/
before. Sometimes it’s deserved./
I know the diff’rence.

He’d seen it often./
She, interested, bantered./
He fell overboard.

Does beauty get sick?/
And is it physical thus/
to be? I knew not.

Executive jets
To desert
desserts
mean nichts to her.

Instead,
gazebo waltzes
and
rolling down hills
feed her soul
and
let her fantasies
take flight.

I tend to stay far /
away from girls who say they/
need kissing practice.

It’s mornings like these,/
and afternoons like that, when/
I miss our deep chats.

You write a woman/
a sonnet, with all your thoughts/
upon it, and “poof”.

We could throw rocks in the lake,/
or watch brats bake/
on the fire/
as our desire/
climbs, like the flames, ever higher.