Curlicue

ampersand

When a woman curls some locks of hair
With her impatient fingers

Or when she is curling
The tongue mass from the center,

Or for that matter
When she is curling a pout with her lips

You know she is uncurling the knots in her heart
To give you her body in so many different ways.

When all she wants from you
Is the helical curls of your DNA and hers,
And the bodies that preserve them
To kink matter through medium.

To make a curling flame in the middle
Decorating one curlicue of flesh
Of man-to-woman.

Hyphened in ampersand.

 

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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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