this is how we stayed young

A Poem

By Nkateko Masinga

i go back to the day we met:
twenty-four and unassuming

was a good look on me, your

hoodie my best. mid-august,

cursed to be the time i leave

my body and clamour yours;

climb your chimney throat

with my tongue, blow ash

off your skin; puff, pass (out)

& remember nothing by morn.

& this is how we stayed young:

backseat in a stolen car, drunk;

your favourite song on replay,

clothes and lyrics dishevelled.

how i know i have not aged a day:

your lips are still my only terminus.