It Doesn’t Matter Much: Romantic ConTEXTing Sonnet Lament

I suppose it doesn’t matter much
That you said you missed me,
That you ached for my touch,
That you couldn’t resist me.

It doesn’t matter that I turned away,
That ending it was my call,
That you, then, had naught to say
It doesn’t matter much at all.

For here we are with expectations
As we were before,
And those, unmet, lead to frustration
And we, again, seem like a chore.

For sweet desires, memories and yearning
Are not all we bring back upon our returning.

Jealousy And Guilt Denied: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

Feeling guilt
is not a passion,
nor is it in fashion
to feel jealousy
toward or about me.
None of those feelings
come from my revealing
my nearly out-of-control
yearnings of heart and soul.
Instead, you should be
swept away by a tsunami
of tenderness
brought by words’ caress.
When one you hold dear
holds you near,
there should be no resistance
simply because of distance.
Nor uncertainty or doubt
because we’re not immediately about.
But because our souls collide,
we can decide
to relish what’s inside.

Sitting Stalled In Traffic: a ConTEXTing Romantic Limmerick

It’s not you I’m spurning/
nor ignoring your yearning./
I’m a romantic poet/
but really didn’t know it/
was for me; I’m learning!