The floral handkerchief
You left behind that day;
The unopened mints you gave me
Which still lie years after
In the door of the fridge;
The pizza box we shared
That I preserved inside my closet;
The cigarettes, one by one,
We coughed out in swell and discomfort;
And the condom I took out
From my wallet, which you slowly
Glided onto me, the way a bride slides
A wedding ring, and the “I Love You”s
Our bodies hummed in acapella
As we made a bootleg record
In the brazen dark, darting around
Like two horny fireflies
Playing a sprightly game
Of hide and seek.
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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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