Creative Anima: The feminine aspect of the psyche as creative muse and gateway to the unconscious. Depicts creative inspiration as feminine presence that steals us from ordinary consciousness into realms of artistic possibility and imaginative transformation. From my new book Breakfast with Jung -  Chapter Five - Anima and Animus

Drunk on Metaphor and Music

In the velvet dark of two AM
She slips between my ribs
Like moonlight through venetian blinds
Her breath against my neck
Carries the scent of jasmine

Through dream-swept hours she moves
Each gesture fluid as rain down glass
Her bare feet silent on wooden floors
Her fingers trace lavender on my skin
While her hair spills ink-dark stories across my pillowcase

And her laugh scatters wild birds
Across my bedroom ceiling
Even my tongue learns to speak in green
Tasting wild honey and sea-salt

She feeds me red wine and midnight
Dances me through territories
Unmapped by cartographers of reason
Until my bones forget their old addresses

Time itself grows drunk on her presence
Each moment an eternity of wanting

When dawn breaks like a china cup
I find only scattered pages by my bed
Wine glass stained with her thumb-prints

And realize
It was Poetry all along
Who stole through night's borders
Left me drunk on metaphor and music

Dancing barefoot through language's wild gardens
Forever speaking the music of her silver tongue
She feeds me red wine and midnight
Until my bones forget their old addresses

Forever speaking
The music of her silver tongue
Dancing barefoot
Through language's wild gardens
Poetry all along

Anywhere (Interlude)

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