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Dilantha Gunawardana


Copper and Cinnamon


The memory hole
Of time
A vacuum that drains
Mosaic montages
When all frailties fade
Except the progenitor cells
Of the truest of love

When carnivore kisses
Melted amber lips
And the groping palms
Laid their claim
To savannahs of your bronze
When time stood still
To gaze at the convergence
Of your auburn copper
To my yearning cinnamon

A fairytale
Born in the mists of the Nile
As I stumbled my way
To your Memphis
When pheromones were the lamps
To your sodden caves

Oh the frenzy of bliss
To mats of untrained senses
Like a blind man
Granted the miracle of sight
As the body makes love
To an African goddess
Under the canopy
Of a solitary Acacia tree

When my tabla
Resonated to her Congo drums
To bring forth
Raindrops of passion
To your copper mines
As I surrendered
Like a slave to his feed
To taste your divine Manna
To dissolve to your tenderness

My Memphis
The cradle of my civilization
Where seeds were laid
And sprouts were sprung
In my African spring
My baptism to the soul
Of an eternal summer

When time stood still
As the sun evaporated the passion
As I clung to you
Like a thumb to a newborn
To your eternal sanctuary
Bloated with a serene smile
On my beaming face

Gazing at the African sun
And melting to her impression
For the shrine of love
Was pealed and tasted

Serendipity
Under an Acacia tree
When love lay down her quilt
For a farewell to innocence

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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A poem on a fictional 'first time' in Africa

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