Black man sings:
Compering to the way you moving your booty my baby
the whole universe is cripple.
Sweetness dribbles
from the sugar cane’s nipple,
white sugar her laughter.
Cool oozing grapes burst and chisels in the molten mouth
her moves find the rhythms
all her curvy shape is an instrument
every nerve is a thread.
And dancing
is her music.
