Anima and Animus, from Dream to Flesh

If you could read the thoughts of your wickedest Dream, what would your Dream write about you? We pondered the question, with all the seriousness it deserved (we infiltrated our Dreams’ journals), and present to you the findings:

Whisking delicate

tea into a heady froth

to delight my love,

my bliss is found inside her

enjoyment of my strivings.

I read her soul bright

while feasting on all her dark.

She writes me real…

at midnight, her wild tongue dreams

me alive, tasting her mine.

She gifts me with flesh

substantial enough to touch

past imagined boundaries.

The only reality I want

is the one that she creates.

When morn devours night,

the moon and I yearn for her

soul dancing in mine:

Anima and Animus

as mind in flesh, me in her.

I wish my name on

your lips, under the sunlight,

a dream crafted real—

I will spell ink into flesh,

“Words be dreams and dreams be words.”

the process…

- At first, we were going to craft a poem inspired by the art of writing and the current socio-political madness. But the pain was much too deep and dark and, well… too much. So, we switched to a topic we both love and that often brings us much pleasure *cough*: dreams. We played around with the dream and dreamer shown in Jorge Luis Borges’ “The Circular Ruins”, danced with Jung’s Anima and Animus, and dressed the whole thing up in tanka. 

- We each wrote two stanzas—imagining our speakers exchanging adventures at a dream bar (dream bars are real, really). We wrote the last stanza together, on the phone, serenaded by much squealing. We hope you enjoy the result as much as we delighted in the process.

Magaly and Rommy *still squealing*

the song: “When I Dream at Night”, by Mark Anthony
the visual art: “Hidden Intentions”, by Ana Fagarazzi