Anima the Embellisher

Anima balances Animus In a dance of fathomless rhythm The hangover reaches the consciousness The cherry tree goes on blossoming spree beside the sea I find myself delving deep with the emotions by her hands set free In the warmly maternal hearth Are my malted moments of mystic mirth Never any dearth in perceiving the coffee cup held up Anima has at all times been most pleasurably giving birth To a variety of rain and thunder in an awesomely good earth Anima is generous in beckoning under her brackish breath A momentary death underneath is euphoric in its affinitive depth ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- April 27, 2016 For: Anima – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tom Quigley