even tho yr sampler broke down on you

magnolias & forsythia blossom from yr Sugar Hill/ Ray Drummond plays nasty riffs & i imagine alla the Palm Cafe turns out when you glow at dusk on Convent Avenue/ slidin easily by the just-for-us propositions Gylan Kain fashioned at every other Harlem corner/ we usedta leave deluxe issues of love potions/ remedies even insinuations danglin from Baptist steeples/ Methodist steps jump back/ jump up/ beatin down/ flyin yng wenches whose skirts still tease solos over to the Savoy/ (you cd make yrself irresistible/ be my Willis Avenue Bridge/ floatin/ Rican wet su lengua dulce/ over an East River of gardenias/ remember the minor sixth) you hummed to me while I was reachin for the/ ceilin/ where our folks was carryin on before Michelangelo or Lionel Richie/ some where round there where you brush up gainst baobabs/ well (you know where my beauty marks are/ all over HARLEM) we sing like flowers/ i see round brown honies giggle at us/ the silly/ niggahness of yr quick light kisses/ cómo fresh/ mi chabalo negro/ mi propio Tito Puente/ my own rhythm section/ that petal opening every time yr lips/ let love/ cada vez / yr lips let love fall/ all over Sugar Hill