(12-16-2011, 08:55 PM)Erthona Wrote: I dream of Kamala kissing methe anima part is puzzling me, is the anima the feminine side of you the male or is it from a females POV.
with “lips like a freshly cut fig”, strong image
while my life and breath are are 'while' and 'are' needed?
pleasurably sucked out.
I awake in a panic, reaching out 'reaching' feels a bit weak considering the panic
with claw-like fingers as though
I could pull the air into my lungs
faster than my panicked muscles
are already trying to do.
Sometimes at night my anima wishes
to take more than her fair share,
or so thinks the “I” that I think of as me,
even though that “I” changes as quickly
as the surface of a fast moving stream.
I think this is why I cannot enjoy
the love she trades for my essence.
Nothing is free, not even within myself.
But the truth is, what really scares me, is 'but the truth is' needed?
is she shows me my impermanence, this works well with the fast moving stream image.
for to fall into the stream of her love,
I must first embrace the idea that
I do not exist…but love is like that.
©2011 ~Erthona
the last three lines didn't hold me or hook me back into the poem. i think the 'but love is like that feels forced'
very jungian, i like the cadence or the piece and how it carries the reader along. i'd like to know who Kamala is. (there is a wrestler known as kamala but i doubt you mean him
it feels indian at least asian which i know is a large area though i'm wondering if the asian influence is only because of the dream. all in all i enjoyed it. specially that the psychology part made me think. thanks for the read.ps: the 1st line was a great draw in for the reader.