harolrock
Will it be a night goddess, a vampire, a mermaid or an ancient solar deity? The doubt that remains does not diminish the intensity of the fascination, nor does the palpable charm that rests in its perfect forms and the rapturous vision of beauty, which pours into it in its most delicate splendor. The pleasure it promotes is almost a spell, like a mythical siren song or an ancestral brokenness. She leaves her will in her skin and draws, in transcendence, her numinous goddess poetry. Isis, Ishtar, Eos, Athena or Aphrodite? Perhaps, a little of all of them in an amalgam of latencies and exacerbated desires. The most infallible certainty that remains is that, after the glimpse of her glory, she definitely stayed with me.