I espy the perfect tail of her black liquid liner, how she draws down the moon with her eyes. I am close enough to see inside, she’s more than Cleopatra’s disguise, she might even be Isis, eyes so deep I’m afraid I’ll fall into them. For her eyes [...] induce hypnotic sleep. Entranced, I submerse myself slow, rip current undertow, sense of time-space slips away.
SHERI-D WILSON — Goddess Gone Fishing for a Map of the Universe: The Poems, (2012)









