Dilantha Gunawardana

Redemption For A Dirty Old Man - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

I kept you beyond my shadow
Apart in lips, and erased from memory
I let go of all that you are - A child incarnated in to deity
A goddess that torments me
In the counteroffensive of love
On belligerent soils of lust

For nubile lips dose my existence
With the sweet thunder of a kiss
Electricity that emancipates in subtle bursts of bliss
For I am the man longing to inhabit your body
In a journey of transience – like a butterfly on a rose
Inebriated of your nectar, the moisture on your lips

I am no sugar daddy, not even a ghost of Nabokov
I am a man seeking solace in the spirits of amnesia
Lingering like a river, meandering to the ocean
For what I cannot possess, succumbs in desire
Like a tree wilted in the droughts of loneliness

So forgive me for not loving you
And emancipate me from your spell
Shred my lust with your indifference
Let me soar like an eagle, out of your sight
Flying away discover the hold of heaven

For age is not a mere number
It’s a ravine that separates us
Engulfing my longings and your innocence
In my road to perdition

We are but walking on parallel lines of fate
To the same horizon – to time!

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem on an old man

Comments about Redemption For A Dirty Old Man by Dilantha Gunawardana

  • Silver Star - 3,530 Points Dilantha Gunawardana (3/30/2014 11:38:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for your comments................We live in a world, where age is a hurdle to love, yet the narcotic of lust lingers on even in the twilight of age...........and true, who are we to judge, an old man's natural desires, as obscene, when it is the natural course of a human being. I guess the invisible walls that are erected by common decency, takes away the natural inclinations of the human heart. I am in my 30s and I feel old already, which is not a good feeling to have, and wisdom although sexy in some circles, doesn't compensate for the warm blood that circulates in the meat of youth, within the rolling 20 somethings.............

    Thank you for your detailed comments.............They are very much appreciated! (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,048 Points Kevin Patrick (3/30/2014 11:24:00 PM)

    A may to December romance it seems with a one way course, the feelings for a younger person are nicely expressed as something attained by a natural desire, like a butterfly on a rose, it makes these feelings seem more natural then the perverse desire that some people would automatically assume, including myself. The taste for youth is its own narcotic which becomes an obsession for the tendrils of age. Sweet and not so Dirty (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014

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