A poem by Prem Geet.
This poem came out of a fun play exercise between Madhuri and Prem Geet where they send each other groups of random words on which to build a poem.
This is one of the results:
My master is
A wildflower.
His words
Are rubies,
Rendering me
An eclipse
Of a former
Irksome ego.
After a bazillion
Osho kisses,
I stand
Unfeathered,
Unfettered,
Free
Of the big lie, only
A butterfly’s orgasm.
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