“Not a Romance Novel”
You say, you want nothing more than to kiss me,
and I say, please turn off your damned phone.
Don’t you realize you’re missing the stars?
They’re trying to make a conversation with us
with winks and twinkles and hazy introductions.
This isn’t a romance novel
and it’s not a rodeo either.
It’s just another night of breathing and
of panoramic speculations of the galaxy
and of summer.
Posted on June 24, 2013, in Language, personal, Poems, Poetry, Skinny dipping, writer, Writing and tagged cell phones, Derek Berry, humor, love poem, poem, poetry, star gazing, summer, word salad, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.