The Couple Seated In Front Of Me: Romantic Email Free Verse

I watched as
Her fingers traced
tenderness,
love,
caring,
and devotion
across her husband’s
weary,
White-shirted back.

Her head leaned
into his burdened shoulder
And she squeezed
His tired muscles
as a contented,
peaceful
smile
danced across her face.

I watched as
Her dainty left hand,
with love-banded heart finger,
Lifted his cares,
Struggles,
the weighted scales
Of dragons fought,
And thorns fought through,
And made them naught.

Oh, Women!
Wives!
Please know
the healing power
Of your caring touch!

Oh, Men!
Husbands
of such companions!
Fall on your knees
And prayerfully weep
with deep
gratitude
for these loving women,
your godly partners.

For are there are many
of us
who weep
bitter tears,
having never known
nor felt
nor been lifted
nor raised up
by such
an elevating touch.

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Mic Shrinkage: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

“Don’t touch the mic!” No/
matter who it reminds you/
of, it gets shortened.

Touching Her: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

I won’t touch her skin,/
but I can’t guarantee that/
I won’t touch her heart.

Affection In Church: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

I see couples in/
Church tenderly touching. I /
wonder: Where is she*?
OR
*mine?

Nighttime Touching: Romantic IMproVerse Haiku

If you were here, or/
I there, we’d touch each other/
until we woke up.

Your Christmas Gift, Part 2: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

Read
my words.
Hear
my voice.
Remember
feelings
I wove
through your life
with thoughts,
touch,
smell,
sound,
taste,
and every
sensory
perception
possible.

Count the bubbles.
Feel the goo.
Recall how
you were lifted,
elevated,
made to feel
and laugh
again.

You’re gone:
Out of touch.
Out of reach.
But not out of mind.

So, this Christmas,
all I can give you
is what I gave you.
I only ask
that you
remember.

The View Was Worth It: Romantic IMprov Rhyming Haiku

It was well worth it,/
for a moment, to view you/
and be touched by muse.

First And Last: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

I want to be the/
first thing you see each morning,/
your last touch at night.

Spirit Soaring Touch Shock: Romantic IMprov Haiku

It’s always a shock/
to touch you and learn that you/
still soar my spirit.

Tell Me How You Would Like To Be: Romantic IMprov Poetry

Please tell me
how you want to be
romanticized
or would you rather be
surprised?
in how you’re put in a lather?
or doesn’t it matter
much?
as long as there’s touch
and some semblance
of romance
and intelligence?
You’ll take that chance?