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, sheâs more than Cleopatraâs disguise, she might even be Isis, eyes so deep Iâm afraid Iâll 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 â Goddess Gone Fishing for a Map of the Universe: The Poems, (2012)














