Lungelo Mpatho

Snatched

I was looking into your mouth not your eyes
As you got closer to whisper ‘nothings’ to my face
For a second, I wanted to kiss your thick dark lips-
Yet when I considered the consequences
I stepped backwards
But, the wall stopped me from behind
Suddenly the other eyes became too real
All the voices as solid as the pieces of furniture
Pressing hard on my chest
I couldn’t take a single breath,
You could snatch me anytime, if you want
That's what you've said many times before
Maybe, you are right- but,
Maybe it is I that has 'snatched' THEE first...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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Comments about Snatched by Lungelo Mpatho

  • Ivan Donn Carswell (10/10/2007 2:40:00 PM)

    Lungelo, this I like - akin to an internal commentary faithfully recalled, but really a pensive instant in time preserved with brilliant clarity. 'voices as solid as the pieces of furniture' is a clincher! Rgds, Ivan

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