All I Want For Christmas: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

My Christmas wish list:/
All I want for Christmas is/
what you said you want.

Looking For Reasons: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

One stupid mistake./
Was she looking for reasons/
to tell me goodbye?

I pull out towels,/
still damp, and catch her sweet scent./
My tear’d moisture flows.

I pull out towels,/
still damp. I catch her sweet scent and/
add my tear’d moisture.

She no longer likes/
me. I know: she no longer/
reads my poetry.

“Good morning, keeper!”/
was all the message I hear./
I burst into tears.

It’s funny how we/
write with intensity, but/
then just disappear.

Could she,
with walls built high
and deep
open a small door
to her keep
and let me
in?

What does she fear?
What holds her back?
That I’ll get too near?
Place her heart under attack?

Perhaps, but she should know this:
All pain
is worth that gain.
and that risk.

She sometimes feels
I exist to romance her.
But what if I’m what’s real,
and simply God’s answer?

The suction of cheeks/
and crunch of ice and candy/
proclaim her desire.

She sought uniqueness./
When she felt it, like a flame,/
his warmly stirred her.

Sometimes I awake,
Early morning,
In a half-dream state,
And my mind starts roaming.

I imagine my hands:
they begin to trace
skin, trembling, grand;
Up from your feet;
Down from your face.

I wonder how 2
Put hands in passion’s fire;
run fingers thru a valley of longing,
And caress mountains of desire.