The heart is a giant chamber
With a lot of fat on the surroundings.
Hiding nothing except pints of blood.
Pumping blood to every organ, cell, organelle
Or every spindle of fiber.
There is no soul there. It fills with
What keeps you oxygenated
And immuned. A space of little changes
And larger volumes.
And yet how mythical is it
When the heart skips a beat when your
Wife walks home through the open gate.
Knowing it is automatic, uncalculated
Spontaneous in execution.
There’s nothing remotely beautiful
Than heart electrifying heart
Valve opening valve, artery pumping artery.
And when two hearts are aligned,
By teleportation.
Mountains are moved
Across continents
Heart through heart.
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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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