Why Return? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

With his spilling* still/
in her sheets, there’s no reason/
for me to be there.
Or
*sweetness

Irony At A Frozen Yogurt Shop: Revolutionary Chalkboard Haiku

Frozen sweetness in/
winter’s coldest, darkest hour/
is good irony.

OR

Frozen sweetness in/
winter’s coldest, darkest hour:/
Tasty irony.

Non-Saccharin Patience is Rocket Fuel: A Romantic Reverse Sonnet

She might mistake my self-control and patience
for kindness and saccharin sweetness.
 
I don’t expect the woman to hold back.
In fact, I beg her to release, to relax,
to accept, to experience the shiv
er of all that I have to offer, all that I can give.
 
I want her to feel the intensity I can provide
with one brush of the tip of one finger
for just the right length, as it glides
to just the right place, where it patiently lingers.
 
And when she’s sent to another planet,
I want to be on that ship and man it.
I want to put her in orbit there,
or continue the journey with her elsewhere.

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