Your Kiss

Sweet poison -

My protests die

upon my lips

A million

butterflies born

to die

flutter,

restless

from your kiss

©Rose

The Spider and the Moon

Time and death

are shadows,

emotional threads,

of thought

darker, emptier

than the 

shadows

they throw

A silent venom

that spins 

a web

weaving dreams

from moonbeams

that vanish

like dew

in the dawn

©Rose