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.


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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