Reflected Anticipation

Zakhele Nkosi

          by Zakhele Nkosi and Nnanna Ikpo

Nnanna Ikpo

    They were like little glass birds in the sun And in the sun, they basked with the light shimmering through them

But each time I squinted, my lashes burned

The smoke of the pain printed on my mind

This prickly beauty that depleted me

Torn inside by the wars of such intense wonder

Like the sweet charm of growing virginity

A seed waiting to be sowed and later reaped

Painfully, painfully, like sex, poison on  a 'pen's' tip

The sunset  came upon the shores of their dreams

...what might be in store, only the glass stars could tell