I Forgot Butterflies. So? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I forgot to tell/
her I saw butterflies. It/
makes no difference now.

Fathoming A Butterfly-Sunflower Dance: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

She couldn’t fathom/
the butterfly’s dance across/
the sunflower’s face.

How Far Has This Butterfly Flown? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Butterfly, you soar/
on Sirocco winds. You seen/
Delicate Arch yet?

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Hovering Lips: Romantic IMprov Haiku

He hovered, like a/
new-hatched butterfly, over/
her lips’ moist sweetness.

Standing Hand Holding: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Poetry

When I hold your hand/

can you stand/

a butterfly’s wings,/

(delicate, tender things,)/

unfolding as it fans?

Tracing across your palm and wrist?

Dancing lightly, like a butterfly’s kiss?

And then matching fingers’ gentle trace?

Moving up from your hand to cup your face?

Can you tolerate hand holding that grand?

If you can,

I might yet be your man.

Don’t Expose Yourself: Revolutionary Haiku Lament

Don’t expose yourself./
Open your butterfly heart:/
They’ll rip off your wings.

Cocooning Social Butterfly: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Social butterflies/
should cocoon sometimes to more/
develop themselves.

Releasing My Butterflies: Romantic IMprov Haiku

You butterfly me/
the way no one ever has,/
and I don’t know how.
OR
and I don’t know why.

Analysis of a Kiss Bliss: A Romantic IMprov Poem

When you understand
that a woman
is, by design,
tender and refined,

you don’t feel the need
to rush in with speed;
to plunge headlong
with drooling, forceful tongue.

Instead, you rely
on the touch of a butterfly
landing lightly on a new flower:
Then she’s in your power.

When you can feel her breath
almost begging you: “Next!”
and can taste of her sweetness
as you hold her face in caress,

then
is when

you can feel, and give her,
anticipated bliss:
That gentle, tender,
yet passionate, kiss.