Being His Oracle, Not Muse: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

She likes being an/
oracle. Is that eas’er/
than being a muse?
Or
She likes being his/
oracle. It’s less scary/
than being his muse.

Does My Brain Think In (Just)Haiku? Romantic ConTEXTing Sonnet

When the mood is right,/
and his brain works in time,/
he takes delight/
thinking in verse and rhyme.

He gets inspiration/
from many a source./
There’s no frustration/
as creativity runs its course.

His brain thinks aloud/
in a myriad of forms./
what others see through a shroud,/
he views as the norm.

As he views life and thinks upon it,/
he can write haiku, free verse or sonnet.

He wondered how she/
felt, deep, about being both/
muse and oracle.

It is silly to/
shop at stores that don’t carry/
what you’re looking for.

She sat on the couch/
with me, smiled, and said: “Maybe!”/
Do I wait? Or ask?

When you’re on Facebook,/
you can get compliments from/
beauties you don’t know.

I should probably/
say something on beauty, but/
that’s superfluous.

Why dread leaving me?/
That gives me one less woman/
to worry about.

He knows they should talk./
He’s afraid. She always had/
that late night effect.

I read where she’d sit/
if she’d come to it but she/
won’t. I feel like shit.