La Petite Mort (Orgasm)

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In French, a little death, is an orgasm.
A phenomenon that encroaches on you, colonizes you,
Saturates you, levitates you,
Until a time bomb explodes through the little cracks
That impact on another. It pops like corn kernels
In a microwave or volcanoes bursting out lava.
It summons like the outer perimeter of a black hole
And eats you like a famished cannibal.
And that instant you scream your lungs, larynx and lips out,
Your echo will start to acquiesce,
Slipping out, like a rabbit, out of her burrow,
To become the skull bones
Of your full moon.

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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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