Kiss Sutra

Love 4

The frog tongue jumps out of
Goldfish lips. Frenching is like fencing.

Still there’s nothing sordid about
Lip smack, even tongue gobble

And a kiss, isn’t it the sublime honesty
Of yearning-powered lips

Fishing with a hook, to ensnare the catch
Of a rosy-pink wonderland,

Inching towards primal contact?
There’s really nothing much towards Kiss Sutra

It is like the estuary of the Ganges
Meeting the pout of the Indian Ocean

Kama trickling down to be one in corpse,
With an insubordinate karma.

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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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