Shower Rivulet Hands: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

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

Unrequited Massage Means Practice: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

Backrubs flowed freely/
from my fingertips, but I /
never got them back.

Massage Chance Fades: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Her chance for massage,/
like the melting frost on grass,/
is fading quickly.

Footrub and Brain Massage: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

I entone gentle words that caress and woo.
I massage your brain and your feet;
and as you drift off from worldly view,
your relaxation’s peacefully complete.

Like blown sand in the desert;
like waves lapping the shore;
I’ll confess, I caress you best
where your soles, and soul, are sore.

It’s something I can do,
not something I must.
The question I have of you
is: Do I still have your trust?

For only then can my fingers erase
the worry and tension from your feet, hands, and face.

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