In that wet-monsoon night
We stood in the rain and danced on mud puddles
To make a memory stand out
And what I saw through your sheer cotton top
Was the clairvoyance of our chemistry
And the riches of your heart
– It seems the pummeling rain
Just made our friendship end –
And a little edition of love stormed through my heart
And all I could do was grab your hand
And make monsoonal tempests on your lips
And we made love in the ungodly hours
Until the sun snuck on us.
Fools they say see the clock arms
Turn with fury and they rush in
Scrambled with raw emotions
To kindle time with ecstasy and we eclipsed each other
Your aura and my umbra coalesced until
There was only one contour
Delineating one silhouette
As you and me crashed and burned
Like iron sheared flint.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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