Honoring the Anima
She rises above a pool of twilight blue,
The water glimmering liquid crystal
Fluid as an oiled navel which brightens her flesh,
That inside pure eyes, mist radiates
On her curve, and frost trickles heavily across
Dampened lips …blending with manly scent.
A gush shudders at the rhythm of her depth
While the anima of his raw grace, such kindness
Transforms her outline into a Borealis
Laying on a nightglow of lace and hemp …
Till male and woman become undefined,
Aligned through his surrender to a feminine
Seed , as the water continues bathing them
In the discovery of astral glow… like so,
The sweet vapor within her body rains
------ and his tears
Fall upon her quivering pores,
Honoring the fertile goddess within.
……………………
Anima- “ Every man carries within him
The eternal image of a woman.”—Carl Jung
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Animus/ Anima –Part 1: Anima Contest
Sponsored by Tom Quigley 5/8/2016
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