Anti-Valentine

anti-valentine (for CG Jung)

We danced the Sarabande
at the midnight cafe.
He was graceless and moribund
then I heard him say,
"Do you sleep well at night
and do you dream?"
At his pyschobabbel
I wanted to scream...

but demanded instead,
"Tell me your mother's name".
"Goddess", he replied, "Juno",
a soft wide-hipped bubbie,
languid and kind.

Animus and anima
tethered side by side
we floated over clouds
a pea-green sky
and a star-faced woman
yo-yoing the moon
fed us comet dust in teaspoons
as we said good-bye.


I had no clue what the day's prompt was asking for. But this play on words, dreams, free association seemed right somehow.

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