Orgasm

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Love is not a serving of affection
It is the flood, the savage whitewater
That swamps you, and takes you for a ride
Like Noah’s ark in floodwater

And she will take you to places
You never imagined existed. Like a little
Cathedral with a nave and shrine
A holy place for a pilgrim. Where you make
Offerings of scented candles.

And one shrine is all it takes
To take the gypsy off the pilgrim
A little love is the holiest alter known to man
And as tabernacles are erected
Oracles and priestesses communicate
The mortal to the divine

And that pidgin of sounds and words
Is a little proclamation, a hosanna
That son of man is all flesh
And god is one immeasurable feeling
A self-evident blinding truth
Expanding beyond the holiest corps

And we call that burst of sentience

Pentecost.

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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