I WILL MARRY MY MOTHER

She looked me in the face
Replying to my moonlit gaze
With fondling emotions in race
Her snow teeth pierced my toddling countenance
But nothing more than love was in haste

She is my mother
My father’s faithful partner
I was confused and began to wonder
Why in my husband’s bosom alone her love will forever linger
Is such affection in any other lover?
If not, I will marry my mother

She touched my hand and massaged my heart
A moment memories will never part
Her thighs held me firmly under her breast
Her left arm was back-neck cushioning guest
And as gently, tongue sucked milky nectar, my soul began to rest

I was more and more confused, wandering in wonder
Beyond mother, is any other dearer?
Is such care in any other lover?
If not, I will marry my mother

If not, I will marry my mother
And compete with my father

She throws him a table each morn and evening
The choicest delicacies he alone is always enjoying
With the most quantity from fishing and bushing

In the night they throw me on the cold ground
But under her blanket my father would be found
Doing what? I wonder
To him alone the choicest delicacies belong
Yet competing with me for breast milk all along
Oh no, I will marry my mother
And throw out my father

But the woman who birthed me can’t be my mother –
she is my father’s wife –
It may be you; the maiden that seeks my love
You can be as holy as a dove
And posses the beauty African queens can have
Yet, if you can’t care like mother
Love as she loves father
Forget it
Because I will marry my mother.