Little Insects

butterfly

She, the wasp that could glide
The butterfly with frock-like wings

Drawn like a moth to a flame
To a cockroach lurking

In her heart. Her cheeks blushed
And pimpled like bite marks

Of bed bugs. She hung on
Like a flea to his flesh and milked

The sap like an aphid. The waggle
Dance told a story of thorax

And abdomen. Bee stung, she climbed
Out and flew away like a mosquito

After a blood meal, burning in afterglow
As a luminescent firefly

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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. wordpress.com/

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