It’s not about chastity belts
Or pledges of perennially-crossed legs
It’s not about how big the pom-poms
On her chest are, that cheer on anatomy lessons
Nor is it about the hemlines – the maxi and the mini –
That lift effortlessly to Aeolus’s pouts
It’s all about how she welds adamantine
In to her heart walls and still seals it with jello
And she needs to know
She can be anything she wants to be
Paint her heart with any color
Any flavor, even the sweetness of fruit sugar.
And she owns every muscle, tendon,
Ligament or sheath that defines her. A body
That needs no levies to exist,
Like a battered cheek, moisture-prone eyes
Compulsive immodesty
Or even for that matter; Love.
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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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