When You No Longer Have Time: IMprov Rhyming Blogging Sonnet

When you no longer have time

to receive my verse,

to accept the rhymes

that I reherse.

Yet you, still,  are my muse

regardless of my heart’s folly,

or what I’ll use

(in terms of technology)

To deliver my lines

and my romance;

my feelings refined;

my desire to dance;

When you’ve put communication on the shelf,

I’ll find ways to write, and dance with myself.

Can I Handle The Touch? Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poetry

Can I handle the touch?

I think so,

for when you’ve craved something so much

you relish every bite,

every morsel and taste.

You never let lips take flight,

nor waste

the tender newness

and gentle caress

of what you’ve waited so long for,

sans haste.