Isis

Thinking about Isis
Running away from her
Something
Drives a man to abandon everything
Take up with thieves and liars
No wings
No prayers
Just a harsh barren landscape
Icy, outrageous
Dirt and cramped quarters
Of the mind
Isis isn't far away
In the meadow
Hair crazy and tempting
Fresh and blood boiling
Ruling over everything
Eyes fiery, swallowing 
Innocent
Prime
No words for her exist
Only pain and actions that can't be expressed, explained
In love with her
Or forced into exile

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Photo: Flanker