Sequoia and bamboo, on the ends of the earth.
And I’d settle for the girth of redwood,
And the brown-yellow skin of a tall grass
And I’m all six foot four inches
A man, who towers over his woman,
And only, when we make love,
Am I, dwarfing below her.
Firing away my tongue muscles,
Like holding a Sakura flower,
Inside your lips, while plucking away,
On her poetic anatomy, the haiku clit,
That makes her Geisha stump,
Making strange noises, hiccups and moans,
Until the banana plant is toppled,
And snow melts down the slopes,
Of a bursting strato-volcano,
And the beauty here lies in,
How I’m not always the second,
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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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