Your Kiss

Sweet poison -

My protests die

upon my lips

A million

butterflies born

to die

flutter,

restless

from your kiss

©Rose

Sometimes I Swear

I am normally quite sane

but it's impossible to remain

calm, cool and collected

when one is so affected

by awful technology

I offer no apology

Sometimes I swear

at windows 8(s)

What were you thinking

Mr Gates?

Sometimes I swear

at the cookie trackers

the computer hackers

the pop-up ads

and the one click cads

Sometimes I swear

at the scoundrel scammers

the weasel spammers

the dodgy emails

the programme fails

the useless apps

and at Google maps

Sometimes I swear

 I may not appear

quite lady like I fear

but yeah

Sometimes I really swear

©Rose

That Which Is

lift the veil

of pseudo melancholy

from this dismal canvas

for the raven sings

his courtship song

and she,

freshly bathed,

preens coquettishly

elated

she frolics

spritely

to amuse him

 flirtatious harlequin

with raven wings

enchanting

to behold

©Rose