Moment too soon, lips too far
Spellbound like an incendiary star
How hath mouth collude to taste
Defrazzled lips buzz, wasps in haste
Scrimmaged game, and paired sport
A steeplechaser weathering one’s throat
Lips twisting like a spinner’s wrist
Oh the flavor, sloth-work till adrift
Ajar, agape, so lingers aftertaste
Surrender, hath you, to a kiss’s grace
Cloistered like a shell, flower in bloom
Quenched in thirst, bloated in groom
Lips shimmer, like fireflies at night
Comets with bodies, tails alight
Thou shall not translate the saga of a kiss
To the pelvic moan of agony in bliss
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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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