First Love

New Orleans

The floral handkerchief
You left behind that day;
The unopened mints you gave me
Which still lie years after
In the door of the fridge;
The pizza box we shared
That I preserved inside my closet;
The cigarettes, one by one,
We coughed out in swell and discomfort;
And the condom I took out
From my wallet, which you slowly
Glided onto me, the way a bride slides
A wedding ring, and the “I Love You”s
Our bodies hummed in acapella
As we made a bootleg record
In the brazen dark, darting around
Like two horny fireflies
Playing a sprightly game
Of hide and seek.


Published by

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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