Heart to Heart


The heart is a giant chamber
With a lot of fat on the surroundings.
Hiding nothing except pints of blood.
Pumping blood to every organ, cell, organelle
Or every spindle of fiber.

There is no soul there. It fills with
What keeps you oxygenated
And immuned. A space of little changes
And larger volumes.

And yet how mythical is it
When the heart skips a beat when your
Wife walks home through the open gate.
Knowing it is automatic, uncalculated
Spontaneous in execution.

There’s nothing remotely beautiful
Than heart electrifying heart
Valve opening valve, artery pumping artery.

And when two hearts are aligned,
By teleportation.

Mountains are moved
Across continents

Heart through heart.


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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