Romantic Dialogue Poem by Sonny Rainshine

You’re a phoney,
she said.
You are a blood-sucking
vampiress, he said.

You make me nauseous,
she said.
You are bull-headed
and where your heart should be
is a hornet’s nest.

You call yourself a man. Ha!
she said.
You make a mockery
out of womanhood,
he said.

One of these days
I’m leaving you,
she said.

One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days:
You’re repetitive
and oh so prosaic.

You’re disgusting!

You’re repulsive!

Wanna go to Starbucks
for a latte?