iPhone

Soft warm little glow,
With a violent hum.
Vibrating on my bedside cabinet,
Not bothering me none.
Sleeping peacefully as it buzzes,
Never waking me from slumber.
Notifications, mail and alarms,
I'm still as dead as lumber.
I love my little iPhone.
My contact to the world.
Making me feel wanted,
More than any girl.

©Odd