Life that crab so unlike the hermit kind
Searching for the adversary the ocean find
Nature takes its course like a rosy estuary
Swallowed through, down her fearless belly
In that fringe horizon between truth and dare
Lies my body scavenged by greed and bare
That lady who became forever my truly Godiva
On a skin saddle, a naked rodeo diva
She, the queen, on my levying underside
Missionary, our prayer, down on her mercy side
As blind side maketh her, a Darwinian canine
She rises to the occasion, like a bitch’s behind
Crab-clawed, I hung on, until the end of the saga,
Pink ocean in retreat, to my still pouting delta.
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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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