Glass House Poem by J Koladi Samson

It was me
yes, did it deliciously
Mind blown
Petals chopped
Goodness stamped
Fantasies stripped
Freshly plucked dreams
Buried.

Years flew along water
With oncoming seasons
Virility of cool showers
Narrowing to drizzles
In faded memories
Nun bird nested in heart
Transfigures to a shadow
In white thread monsoon rain.

Rain prevails
Nothing but rain
Lashing rain,
Her hair unleashed.

I sat at the doorstep
Waiting patiently
Dreams sprouting to life.
Swallowing mouthful of air
Shadow of my soul
Bow to gnawing flame
In this coconut shell
Lying state.