Isis was inspired by an email that I received from my girlfriend. She is a published poet and was sending out an invitation to her reading at the Hotel Lenado in Aspen this coming Sunday. We have done some collaboration work together but it has been a long time since we've done one. After reading her email I went into my archives and found Isis, one of her poems.
Swimming through the nectar
Of a tawny afternoon,
Her black dress falls away.
And the sun drapes her flesh
In the skin of the gods;
Coating her body in that golden light
And the heat at the end of the day –
As she steps toward him.