Bohemian Black House of Matriarch 2013

Whipping blows of the wind push through the damp landscape,
grazing my body like a dozen knife blades.
My thoughts wander aimlessly.
I don't know where, I don't know how, what, and when.
The light in my head is switched off. Silence adorns everything.
I only hear the rustling of the leaves as they fly around and crackle softly under my bare feet. I stomp them hard into the ground, taking the mud with me on my way.
The dust of my soul is only slowly and sluggishly carried away this night.

Smoke shrouds me from all sides,
casting only pale shadows on the damp earth.
A languid scent of resin hangs thoughtfully in the moonlight.
As if it were tipsy - soaked with various herbs.
Warmth, mixed with a damp note, brushes against my thoughts.
I shiver, trying to keep myself warm mentally,
even though my skin is long freed from any fabric and exposed to nature.

Delicately, the seductive scent of jasmine entwines me, flowing through my body like pure balm. The smoke becomes richer and more tangible.
I imagine burning from within. It blazes inside me.
It ignites and excites me.

Smoke escapes from my thoughts, from all openings of my body.
Burning ash directly within me, transforming into even denser smoke.
I see only black - but suddenly flowers fall from the sky.
They add a bit of color to this hopeless situation.
Spices explode from every corner, flaunting their strength.

It becomes warmer and cozier.
Resin feels very thick and adorns the body finely with jasmine.
Balsamic, creamy - it feels truly pure and refreshes my blackened soul.
A slight animalistic hint in the background, devoured by earthy tones.
I only hear water rushing, mixed with blood.
The heart pumps to the limit.

Oh Bohemian Black, you have eyes as black as the night.

And this with an uncanny power - opulent and sensual.
You effortlessly conquer the day full of intrigue and linger on me for a long time.

You rest upon my soul, letting my thoughts flutter in the darkness...