TRADE OF OUR LIPS

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali Pictures bubbles up every time I succumb to a slumber The miraculous one minute, comes back vividly fresh in my slumber The chilling taste, still teases me in my slumber The tenderness, still goes down well in my slumber Oh, the trade of our lips that miraculous one minute in the waters of lake Malawi Oh, I still love it, oh I will love it forever, oh truly forever