That grapples you with the iron fist
Of yearning. The nougat piece that almost melts on your tongue.
And you water that moment hoping
That the nut beneath is spectacular
And easy to crack open like a cashew nut
Or the perfect halves of a peanut.
And love is just opening a confection
Hoping for a little nutty interior that breaks open the shell
And presents herself on the marriage bed.
A slap of hazel nut, as maddening
As Einstein’s eyes gazing at our cosmos.
And we all confess to wanting a nut
Who will never define the perimeter
Of all her possibilities, only that, there are no rules,
Nor little objections or devil’s advocacy,
Only blood thinning moments
That obscure your hoodwinked sanity.
The lingerie she wears, the baby doll, even the corset
All perfectly placed to embolden the hierarchy,
Ferrying across empowerment,
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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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