Dark is the skin of the Earth goddess. Finer than silks, shimmering like diamonds in the snow, golden glow filling each pore. Dark is her hair, all ebony and mahogany, sloe berries and richest earth. Dark are her lips, sweeter than cherries, blood red and moist, her teeth – whiter than the whitest dove.
Dark are her breasts, dark is her belly, adorned with rows of goldstones and rubies, golden chains encircling her – and dark is the fire burning inside, for its name is Passion, and it can eat you up and gobble you down, destroying you.
Fair is the skin of the Moon goddess. Pearls are bleak and grey in her presence, and most precious diamonds are but a memory, for she is light itself.
Fair is her hair, silver against gold, crystals glowing all around her face, and her eyes – purest blue, topaz and sapphire can’t hold a candle to their blueness.
Fair are her lips, tender and soft, as a new born rose at dawn. Fair are her breasts, whiter than snow, and slim is her waist, for she is a maiden, and will always be one. No child will she cradle in her slender arms, no life will she carry inside – for she is a priestess, a prophetess, an eternal bride – but never a wife.
Fair is she, but no fire burns in her, except that of the distant stars, and no king shall ever tame her, for she is elusive like the moonglow, mist and breath- and harsh with those who try to conquer her.
These are the goddesses, that reside in each and every woman. Whichever holds dominion and when, no one knows….
Into the Unknown 