In French, a little death, is an orgasm.
A phenomenon that encroaches on you, colonizes you,
Saturates you, levitates you,
Until a time bomb explodes through the little cracks
That impact on another. It pops like corn kernels
In a microwave or volcanoes bursting out lava.
It summons like the outer perimeter of a black hole
And eats you like a famished cannibal.
And that instant you scream your lungs, larynx and lips out,
Your echo will start to acquiesce,
Slipping out, like a rabbit, out of her burrow,
To become the skull bones
Of your full moon.
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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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