Apples
by Caio Fernandes.
Apples ...
red compact on the table of dark wood extends veils of feminine vibe throughout space.
I smell hidden mountains inside the ranges of quiet breathing.
could handle life with the tips of five fingers and stand in the air in a dark room.
and isn't this what I do every day?
inhale.
bite.
ingest.
feel.
and exhale ...
Apples ....
