The Bosom's Blossom

I feel amour

if in my vicinity 

my kindred floweret has being. 

Permeating her emeraldom,

to the grove of scapes and foliage I withdraw,

into those dreamscape shapes I metamorphose;

supping aqua along with her,

my hands outstretched to the heavens,

I expand into space.

I espy shadows flickering around her,

her silvery gleams;

there is a sense of her breathing inaudibly,

filling a void by her own Self...

Existing quietly,

 I sing and dream;

with not a word on my tongue, 

I hold the heart of a flower in my arms.

The Bosom's Blossom © Ladanseuse

English translation of Srdéčka květ dated 2. 7. 2024,

based on the Czech concept at V kůži Roselyne (In Roselyne's skin) workshop with Cécile da Costa in Ponec Theater on 23. 3. 2024,

edited & published on 2. 7. 2024