[tabs tab1=”Poem” tab2=”Poet Bio”]
[tab id=1]I don’t know how.
It was on a Sunday;
and I didn’t know you,
Yet I let you in.
You lay on my lap,
Like an open tap,
I had no idea how my thirst had turned to hunger.
And you poured into me.
I watched the rise and fall of your chest
Felt your breath brush on my thighs – pure intimacy.
I tried to sleep but I couldn’t will myself against looking at you –
I watched you sleep –
And still I stand with anything but my heart for sale –
I remember you,
when we met.
And I’ll remember you,
how we met.
How you looked,
the first time you touched me;
I thought it’d be the last.
Now I’m praying that we last.
You don’t know how resolved you’ve turned my world.[/tab]
[tab id=2]Ntseuwa is a black baby, child of two Xhosas and two baSotho. Born to the newage black and darling to her grandmother. A lover of education, books, words, food and peace. Pan-Africanist.[/tab]