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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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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