No man could see her tresses
How beautiful they were
To the circumnavigations of the pedestal fan
Nor the cheeky hemispheres;
The curvature of her precise jawbones.
And through the gap in her face veil
You could find a woman in love – Irises painted
In henna, glittering like fields of barley,
Pupils dilated to the point of overspill
And carpets of rods and cones
Burning in crimson flames.
And a man who could only harvest
A little gaze, channeling through the beauty
That lay clothed. A little panorama gifted by a crack
On a cloth, and a woman, who one day
Promises to clip forever his elastic third eye
With the blade of her skin.
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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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