To Speak, To: Romantic IMprov Poem

I hope to speak with you again,
to assuage your worries,
to calm your fears,
to unravel your confusion,
to illuminate your path,
to enfold your shoulder,
to hold your hand.
to provide the goo
so desired by you.

Opening Your Gates: Romantic IMprov Poetry

I’m honored you open your gates to me
occasionally.
And if I fervently ask it,
you lower your heart’s basket
by nightfall
that I may scale your wall
again
and win.

Being On A Roll: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

She said:
“You are on a roll!”
To which I responded
(in a tone rather droll):

“I’d rather be on you.
or you on me.
Like peanut butter with jam.
Like fresh bread and honey.

Like warm milk and white bread
fresh from the oven
having you spread
on me is just good lovin’!”

When I’ve lived so long gluten-free,
being on a roll sounds mighty tasty.