Isis
Queen of the underworld,
I swim through your eyes
as if they were oceans of sand;
as if a vast and forgotten empire
lay just below the surface.
My hands trace hieroglyphs
on your delicate, golden skin,
inking with my breath
the fantastic tales
contained on ragged
lengths of papyrus.
A warm breeze flows across the
Sahara and the Nile
into our pharaonic bower
where, as if in prayer,
I kneel and begin the
Book of Coming Forth Into Day
at your mouth,
and across your breasts,
and across your sex…
To say by Nut, the brilliant,
the great: This is my beloved…
Queen of the underworld,
these ossified wrappings
cannot contain my love for you.
Carve for me a golden heart,
breathe me back to life,
if only for one night.