Sunday Mornings


The Sunday morning sun
Glazing the eye that keeps searching for the foothold
Of how beautifying the stitch of your wife is
Loosely bellying out to the light
Like flesh-colored sugar plums
Breaking open on my skin, with a slow drip of honey.
Oh how beautiful is the land of the sugar plum fairy.
And if you listen close enough, you can hear the sugar plums
Breaking open, almost like the splatter of snow on rock.
Sugar bombed, her lungs scream hallelujah,
In earth-shattering rejoice.


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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