Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


Puppy Love


Smiling from ear to ear
Her vermilion glow
Glistening in a midsummer morn
As she waits like a pledged virgin
To suckle the rouge away
From her beloved's lips
As he appears from behind a mammoth door
In a checkered shirt and Ralph Lauren pants
As she rushes and jumps like a bouncy kangaroo
To his yearning waistline
As a clasping kiss awakens the surroundings
From its profound slumber
Three years to the day she saw him last
A lass of 20 years delirious with desire
Welcoming her prince back into her world
As a full-fledged lover
And not as a statutory pariah
To the stitched eyelids
Of Draconian law

Submitted: Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 13, 2013

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A poem on statutory rape

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