No man could see her tresses
How beautiful they were
To the circumnavigations of the pedestal fan
Nor the cheeky hemispheres;
The curvature of her precise jawbones.

And through the gap in her face veil
You could find a woman in love – Irises painted
In henna, glittering like fields of barley,
Pupils dilated to the point of overspill
And carpets of rods and cones
Burning in crimson flames.

And a man who could only harvest
A little gaze, channeling through the beauty
That lay clothed. A little panorama gifted by a crack
On a cloth, and a woman, who one day
Promises to clip forever his elastic third eye
With the blade of her skin.


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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