Spoon

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When you’re a tiny toddler
Who’s just found his feet and bum
You learn the art of the spoon
When your mommy feeds you
And you in turn feed mommy
Just to make a mouthful stand.
A symbiosis of feeding each other
Some pureed vegetables.

And you learn later on,
That making love is no different
You carry a spoon to feed an opening
With curvier lips
And just like a gorging throat
A gap swallows it all in
And leaves a little out.

And the spoon defines you
The circus acts you pull off
The Russian roulettes
The times you’re embarrassed
When you’ve failed to launch
And the sugar rushes
Of your closing act.

And you’re spoon fed
On traditions; and what else
Is more custom-designed that the spoon traditions
You foster. The spoon is the greatest piece
Of charity ever-developed.
It makes another, sated of the
Very thing you spoon out in gratuity.

A whopping helping of love.

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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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