Sex and Ice Cream


When my wife and I
Make sleazy love on the marriage bed
And heat radiates from our flesh, to planks of wood
And to nails that hold the bed posts in place
And orgasmic creaks of a spring mattress
Making love to the bed frame
Making our vocal-chords mere imps

And after making love
We listen to the Cargill’s man
Playing his music box
And he hands us two ice creams
Through the gate

And those Sunday rituals are ours now
Seemingly the music box of the Ice Cream man
Is as important as the music of our bodies

And rituals are heart’s way of saying
It’s the small traditions that keep the love alive
Those itsy-bitsy forensic moments that become mainstays
Liturgies of our insensibilities
That make prophecies out of our feelings

Knowing we have lost our marbles
And all we have is our nitwits in the heart
Spinning together the longest rope mankind knows
Braiding together small episodes and editions
Making up our story as we go along


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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