My Guru

My Guru

A Poem by Onoma

She wept while looking into the
eyes of Anandamayi Ma in a video...
I told her I wanted our lovemaking
to be like photosynthesis.
I could enter her pornographically
no longer...a flower, is a flower, is a
flower...she crushed my Ego.
My love...my Guru...you entered me
before I could truly enter you.

© 2014 Onoma


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Added on September 2, 2014
Last Updated on September 2, 2014

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Onoma
Onoma

NY



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A Poem by Onoma