Introjection An

‘We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are’ Anaïs Nin ‘Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage’ That is how Anaïs happened to follow her delicate vision Erotic with a fountain pen dressed in translucent lingerie Spurs in hand when she saddled a rampaging stallion The thought police claimed she was vulgar and pornographic Most likely a repressed projection of limp savoury dreams ‘The secret of joy is the mastery of pain’ Sado-maso contortions I hear you say in venemous disdain But have you never experienced jubilant relief from your hurt Would we know the exquisite pleasure if not for some sorrow Could Jung mount near death experiences without shadows Did not Freud wish to jump on the couch with phallus in hand ‘The only abnormality is the incapability to love’ And yet when squeaky clean do-gooders leaf through the pages Revisit the boudoir in which she paired with Henry Valentine Miller Lecherous minds claim wet spots on essays and honest exposure To be involuntary ejections of literature tainted by projectile evil A sheet remains an altar of sexual gratification in satisfied minds ‘Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy’ Pulling and pushing in light of public consumption denudes emperor’s clothing Liberates senses and meaning and is yet decried as lewd indecent obscenity But the eye of the eclectic beholder foreplays sensual post-coital glow Cohabitation in all shapes and forms may not hit your inexperienced spot You are what you want to become however you reach rhythm and rhyme (all quotes in quotation marks by Anaïs Nin) 31st January 2020