the psychology of the unconscious
is the psychology of the other
the one that we seek
whether it be a lover
or another hidden down under
under our bellies and boils
and foibles
lies the other
waiting to be discovered
discovered or not
the other plots
to help us not
become a thing
that rots
when we discover the other
the other leads
to those places that we need
like a wind-blown seed
the other has become
a place of just one
the other and I
Beautiful. What more is there to say?
Thanks so much Jean. I’m glad that you liked the poem and left the comment.
Jeff