Dilantha Gunawardana


Marriage Bed


Dowry of what rests incarnated in skin
To the temple of institutionalized sin
Where prolific streams of nervous energy
Oils motion in perfect synergy
Of cascades, the flow and ebb
As unsealed is beauty, raw and unfed
Soft lingering moans and dewy skin
Alloyed to the undulating tides of spring
Bliss has no worthy counterpart
To the plastered places of the radiant heart
For what is nursed on a marriage bed
Rests in sodden tides of curiosity bled

Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 21, 2014
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A poem on the marriage bed

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