Jung is truly the scholar for poets, not because he wrote poetry (he most definitely did not) but rather he provides the psychological basis for the poems we write. And we can go to his writings for both inspiration and confirmation. I sense both of his gifts in this poem. Anima is a slippery concept in his writing - it almost has too much meaning attached to it. But your poem is sinuous, it insinuates itself into mind and in almost no time at all the anima is activated within, it's part of me like my eyes, my speech, my sense of touch. As your poem concludes, the anima's presence has made me whole.