Nucleosynthesis

Syrian Woman

I’m a little confused, still wondering which constellation
Collapsed in a mass suicide to give way to an orgasm

At least one feels like that – and the inverse appears to be true too
Like when my wife quakes through her fault lines

And she tells me, she has never had an orgasm till our honeymoon
And it took only three days of honeying

To sweeten her face. And now it seems
She’s a little shy of them, wanting a baby more.

It appears after a year of marital bliss, I’m gazing
At the night sky, searching not for Andromeda

Tied to a bed post and fantasizing I’m Perseus.
I’m just yearning for a baby star to get bigger and brighter

Like nucleosynthesis sculpting a fetus inside my wife
And chemical elements changing in composition for a star to evolve

And I just want to make her happy. Happy as a
Tiny nebula inside of her strengthening in luminosity.

And I look up at the sky, a sky filled with flying fish
Barmy dolphins, radiant toucans and elaborate peacocks

And all I wish for is a shimmering mass multiplying inside her
Crashing through black holes and darker tunnels

A perfect orb of light, my wife and I could make on a picnic cloth
As dozens of fairy fireflies hold tiny sky lanterns

And now, I don’t search the skies for collapsed constellations
Seemingly a little death doesn’t matter, only a little life

And supernovas had taken a step back, and one day not far away
I will gaze at the only cosmos I know, holding her thighs wide apart

My palm firmly in her grip, ejecting out a little dwarf
Brighter than any star in the whole night sky

As if we had given birth to the sun, blinding us
And stretching our little universe

With the only constant we know – love.

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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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