The Perfect Woman

Maybe perfection
Is only a myth, like the hour glass figure
That gets wider with the trickle of time
And the sinuous hips that ripple
Against the air-cushioned coastline
A woman who blemishes Helen’s face
And inflates the impressionist breasts
And walks like the high tide but conceals enough
For adoration by man and for the boyish dream
As one flawless muse breaks open
Ungodly thoughts and trespasses
As a flame on a lamp sculpted of rhythmic fiber
When fantasies litter the third periscope
Only for the superlative to crash to ground earth
And sprinkle dark matter in that narrow corridor
We all worship and travel in
As prisoners in the green mile
Of claustrophobic fate.



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meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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