Posts Tagged ‘hands’

No Identity Crisis: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

August 17, 2014

I won’t need the marks/
to know who He is. I will/
feel His perfect love.

Shower Rivulet Hands: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

August 20, 2013

Like rivulets from/
the shower coursing down your/
body are my hands.
Like rivulets from/
the shower coursing down her/
body are his hands.

One Degree Above: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 23, 2013

With hands outstretched, I/
take my first chance to savor/
a tropical rain.

Convertible Morning Commute: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

April 9, 2012

I, driving top down, /
stretched both my hands skyward and /
embraced the sunrise.

I, driving top down, /
stretched both my hands skyward to /
embrace the sunrise.

Physical Symptoms: Romantic Blogging Haiku

July 11, 2011

Blood drains from my face. /
My hands turn cold and clammy./
Your silence scares me.

Tropical Chocolate Dreaming: a Few Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

April 6, 2010

I visited a friend, who served me chocolate from the Big Island. We drifted off to platonic sleep. I dreamed. These are versions of the same dream haiku. I don’t know what she dreamed of.

We ate choco-late./
Holding hands,we fell asleep,/
dreaming of palm trees.
We ate chocolate late./
I caressed her face, hair, hands;/
We dreamed of gold sands.

We ate chocolate late./I caressed her face and hands./We dreamt golden sands.


An Evening Together Invitation: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

March 21, 2010

Quilt warm./
Your sofa and TV./
My funny DVD./
My hands; “those feet”./
White wine sweet./
Let’s not wait./
8 oh 5 to 9:30./
U and me./

Do I Trust Myself? A Revolutionary IMbic IMprov Poem

March 17, 2009

“Do you trust myself?”
She asked.
I laughed.
“In what regard?”

As in, you invite me
over to watch cinema:
comedy, chick flick, drama,
popcorned action, mystery?

That there would be
no butter smeared on that
velvet, gentle skin, as we sat,
and watched the movie.

The only thing low
I would dip into
and slip into
would be a bowl

of buttered
not porn,
or anything like it.

Kernels I would just eat
while I watch,
and butter touch
and brush off my seat.

Do I trust myself?
Whether watching a romantic chick flick,
or Elf,
I keep my emotions,
and buttered hands,
on the shelf.