Brown Recluse to Black Widow
Never fret, my darling;
Never fear, my dear:
If I had meant to murder you
You wouldn’t still be here—
But I prefer the gentler sort
Of crime, soft as a breath—
Embracing you with all eight arms,
While kissing you to death.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Simply Stunning!!!!!
Thank you, Cindy! I know you have proper admiration and respect for arachnids, given your menagerie around the Holler. 🙂
xoxo!
Oh this is a good one…….xxx
Thank you, dearest! Have a beautiful, hummingbird-filled week! 😀
xoxo!
You to:)xxx
LOL. Love the poem. It is so you, K. The pictures, the first esp, belong in a book.
😉 😉 !
xo