Isis becomes your ghost
then the flesh of your thoughts.
Her images unveil
but just when you love Her
to distraction
She leaves you abstracted.
She is the only woman
you will ever love
with all of yourself.
Not one atom of you
can be withheld from Her
She is jealous of your soul
for it was always her dress.
One day you wake up
not in Her arms
but as a star
deeply set in Her eyes.
You are glad now
to shine
as nakedly as that.
Graphic Art "Isis" Evert A. Robles
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