I drew her near
Swept her off her feet
I took her in my popeye-like arms
And laid her on a bed of lilies

She looked at me
And the first time too had a look about it
When the tongue is drenched
And the eyes are spring
And the lips are swollen to pout
And a gale blows through
Inside to the out

And I distilled her desire
– She was the violin
Plucked into perfection –
Where one forever was embarked
With the music of strings
Of one magnum opus

And as the bow retreated

Sheet music
Had transformed
To a score………


Published by

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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