Sunday, April 10, 2011

Corpus Isis - NaPoWriMo 5/30

Curves like the Nile rise from her ebon reeds,
presenting carob-crested pyramids above her dusky stretch.
The magnificence of Isis in that sculpted form abides,
imperious with the peerless tilt of the Sphinx’s peering eyes.
Her face, a feast arrayed in features irresistible:
onyx-outlined almonds glistening, glimpsing my whole soul,
lips whose pout like apricot coats every word in honey,
locks bedecked with precious beads –
This queen in one word: stunning.

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