A ribbon swirls
It pirouettes in all sorts of twirls and trajectories
In the palms of a gymnast in a floor exercise
It embellished birthday gifts and certificates of Ph.D.s.
It only knows the crispy feel
Of a newborn freshness.
And I swiveled like a ribbon
Danced like a gymnast, gifted my body in sheer bliss
To a stamp that unlocks the sweet spots
To a landslide of nectar. I made something musky
So sweet. A foul-smelling, rotting
Piece of flesh that ripened like a mango
And burst inside out.
A ribbon once cut is gone forever.
I was now a man who could rally his troupes
To beautiful melees. A little death
Was an inevitability and phosphorescence
Glowed like a neon street light.
Full moon was now smiling ear to ear
Bozo had finally found his most trusted gag.
His squirting flower.
Published by Curiosity-driven life (Dilantha Gunawardana)
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.
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