A Caramel Miracle
Gentlest of pitter-patter
Soft transient steps on immaculate floor tiles
Glistening eyes that master
The art of soft magnetized gazes
To any moving life form
Gooey stares of affection
Drooling with juvenile exuberance
In the veneers of a pristine near-nakedness
A caramel Eros with no bow and arrow in sight
Just the pumping fists of a placid fury, a mellow restlessness,
As Aeolus's lip-lock brushes his naked clay
Coats of stroma awaiting springtime,
To spring forth a progeny of fuzzy follicles
Locks that crown his apical globe,
Sprinkled with fledgling wits, cocooned in to a spherical fortress
As he speaks the language of love
A vernacular that spans a boundless continuum
From fecundity to zygotic evolution
To the virgin light that softly settles on the retina
As the eye lids unveil God's miracle
Mother earth; with her supple breasts, awaiting their turn;
For a forward metamorphosis of a fledgling life form
A baby sent forth by God's intervention
Masterminded by two consenting adults
As two worlds collided in the name of an apical love
To spawn a caramel miracle, a trove wrapped in summer cotton.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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