A Gay Man’s Admission

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The serenade on the dance floor
In a gay night club, took me in
To your spell. I didn’t know warlocks
Could be so appetizing, to my famished heart
As I lunged towards you, from juxtaposition
To an interface, not knowing how sweetening
The candy is. We are but two jack rabbits
In a burrow, making recreation,
A drill of habit, knowing no seed vigor,
Can spoil, with a balloon in the belly.
Still we are not an alliance of asymmetry
We are only mercenaries under Lady Liberty
With a torch in our hearts, and a tablet
That inscribes our dreams of togetherness.
How nagging is love, like a recurring
Ache, storming our sensitive centers,
Vulnerable to morphing, from thin
To thick, from solitary to singularity,
From a flame to a wildfire.
And we are but children, in the infancy
Of heart tendencies, when love
Is just a bud, that will one day be pollinated.
Still, aren’t we in a kangaroo
Court where prejudice defines love
As asymmetrical, when all it is, is just
A plague of blindness, of feeling your way
From the attic to the dungeon
From dermis to endocarditis.
A heart infection that colludes
Two beings, hungry for the surreal
Of knowing that paper beings
Are flesh engines, that drive home love
And that parchment, is what tells us
We are not capsized, nor are we exiled,
We are only creatures of will
Seeking a rightful destination. We are only
Toy boys in admission, who on paper
Will turn to titans, who will cede,
To what the eyes monopolize, bodies pulverize,
And hearts stockpile,
Indefinitely.

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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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