Waiting For A Message: Romantic Email Haiku

She yearns to feel new/
message excitement. Do mine/
stir anticipa . . . ?

Yearn For Closeness Woo: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Can he woo her with/
words alone when his mind and /
soul yearn for closeness?

When I Don’t Sleep: Romantic IMprov Haiku

Maybe instead of/
sleep, what I need and yearn for/
is inspiration.
3:55 a.m. Singapore time

Strong Discussion Amazement/Fright: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I’m frightened* by the/
strength of our discussions and/
by how much I yearn.
OR
*amazed

Endearing Hearing: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

When you yearn to hear/
from someone dear, hearing their/
voice is no bother.

OR

When you yearn to hear/
from someone dear, their voice is/
never a bother.

Easing Your Return Burn: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

I know how you yearn./
Plan well for your return. I’ll/
try to ease your burn.

For This, My Legs Are Unshaven: Romantic Email Poem

First, read my profile.
(It will take you awhile!)
There, you’ll find everything your profile
says you yearn for
and more.

My legs are unshaven.
For this,
for you,
for us
I’ll make no such fuss.

My invite is simple:
Explore, first, a large herb
garden with me,
and then, if you yet have nerve,
take one by land,
two by sea.

Canoe with me
through unsullied country.

You claim “I like slow dancing together in the kitchen …”.
If true,
then I’ll send you
the link to my poetry blog
posting about slow kitchen sock dancing.

And then maybe
we’ll dance ‘neath a tree
or, for fun,
in a snow-filled canyon.

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Setting An Appointment: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Do you still yearn for/
affection? Long to be held?/
When’s my appointment?

Leaving Trifles For You and Your Lover: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

I left trifles/
at your door,/
trying 2 stifle/
what hearts yearn 4./

Things for U 2 use/
with your other he/
2 feel safe, unconfused:/
Mr. Lonely./

Enjoy/
that boy.

Wisconsin Skinny Dipping Cleanse: Revolutionary Improv Email Sonnet

The west wind and whitecaps churn
on my long-fetched Midwest lake.
I relish the violence and yearn,
as I have from my youth, to take

a naked dive,
to absorb nature’s dual power;
to be alive
in the storm’s most blustery hour.

I’ll swim and be swept, alone,
unashamed, unabashed, through the foam
of the surging, pounding freshwater sea;
and will learn, again, how it lifts and carries me.

I know when, at last, I emerge, from its power cleansed,
I’ll breathe deep in my soul and feel fully alive again.