Twelve O’clock;
two hands
frozen.
And how time did stand still
–so still.
To allow us
to live
more,
to linger
just a little bit longer
in a kiss-
born from so lustful a longing,
it simply made the world
stop
for a while.
And in those non seconds
of sheer silence
I finally caught my breath
again,
and again,
and again,
and again.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
Twelve O’clock;
two hands
frozen.
And how time did stand still
–so still.
To allow us
to live
more,
to linger
just a little bit longer
in a kiss-
born from so lustful a longing,
it simply made the world
stop
for a while.
And in those non seconds
of sheer silence
I finally caught my breath
again,
and again,
and again,
and again.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
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