His daily waking routine it’s
to make me feel differently.
I’m loved in such a manner
that others can’t even imagine.
Syntax and morphology of love
is structured in the language
of his feelings amazingly written
in the chromatic of his desires
translated into equations and
defined by exponents at powers
of destiny, mine and his, invoked
to give him to give me a reason
aroused and formulated plainly
in an esthetic conversation, using
the suave rhythm of black pumas.
He loves me in many ways.
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Black Pumas │ The Milk Men