|
...we
sing like flowers i see
round brown honies giggle at us the
silly niggahnessof yr quick light
kisses como fresh michabalo negro
mi propro Tito Puente
my own rythm
section that petal
openin every time yr lips let
love cada tiempo yr lips
let love fall all
over
Sugar Hill.
Ntozaké Shangé,
from
even though yr sampler
broke down on you
back
to Yellow Silk main page go
to next issue
|
|