Top Down Sunset-Eyed Guy: Romantic Rhyming Haiku

She knows she wants to /
drive with that top down guy with/
sunsets in his eyes.

First Blossom Versus Hugeness: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

My tiny purple/
crocus pales compared to his /
huge bunch. Size matters.

Men so often want/
to help damsels in distress,/
when we should shut up.

It’s as though her smile/
ignites his poet’s mind, then/
lights his fingertips.

[Smiles used with permission]

What should a man do/
when he knows she’s another’s,/
but he can’t leave her?

She hovers on the/
side of my page, like a sprite/
or vision or dream.

I would write more, but/
my hands are trembling again,/
and my flight’s leaving.

I would write more, but/
my hands are trembling again,/
and my flight’s leaving.

Is it wrong to see/
a big-smile woman and wish/
she would grin your way?

At the appointed hour,
I waited,
as she had requested,
at her doorstep.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.

I’m just glad
I left
before he brought
her back home
and she
invited him
in.