PISCES MAN AND CANCER WOMAN

By Tikum Mbah Azonga I popped over to the corner shop for ham When I returned, my jubilee crown was gone If like my brother, Ntembe Paul, I was an Aries ram It would have been simple fun. But as the typical aquatic, dorsal and finned fish I swam upstream, screaming for my Cancer soul mate She heard me faraway, appeared and let me off the leash Because in God’s bedroom we were coupled by divine paste.