Wedding Dress

My mom shakes a coconut
To see if there is enough coconut water
Seemingly a filled amniotic sac
Is a sign of a healthy nut

And for the avocadoes
She presses the pulp and buys the most tender
Seemingly soft and ripened enough
For a pulpy-green dessert

And when I met my wife
I didn’t do as my mom showed by example
I didn’t shake her to gauge the pints
Of blood inside her heart
Or feel her breasts to see how tender they were
I took her in as she was

Hope was there though – nagging away
That I would in time be the flow of her heart
And the weakness inside her bosom
After all love rarely gives you a feeling before
Only in the aftermath…..
– Once the heart ripens like a fruit

To be plucked and mashed into a serving
Of ever-last.


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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. wordpress.com/

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