Isis

The most beautiful woman
must be death, for life
is in love with her wantonness,
like no other.
She can make him cry
with a slight embrace
and then turn all smiles
like a child again. Such grace...
My, she's the saint and
the sinner,
the light after life,
the dark before.
A painful pleasure,
like the primal oxymoron
of twilight- of finally passing the day
and easing into night.