It’s like the tug-of-war,
Between sex object and love fool,
In that blurred interface
That bloats both, far beyond their capacities,
To the witchcraft of tactility.
Spellbound, you just walk through love,
Not just as a promenade, also as an offering
Of your body to hers,
To cash in on summer eclipses.
Two celestial objects that are known
For their solitary poses of glory,
Become, superimposed, one over the other,
And in that rendez-vous,
A two-way aphorism becomes an expression,
Of perfect grammar, in flawless conjugation,
Inflecting wounds, of stormy delirium.
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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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