I breathe once again, under the blanket
when I write half words, half terms
on the bed I make love to myself
touching every curve as I flow
under the melody, the apple of me

I breathe giving my best,keeping traces
when I write half words, half terms
affixed to the posts as white flags
of surrender and meandering forevers
under the melody, the apple of me

I breath rising up again, feeding vultures
when I write half words, half terms
in deeper papers thrown in ocean floors
where sharks sails and penguins tilts
under the melody, the apple of me

I breath at last on the rights of the heavens
when I write half words, half terms
hiding the phrases that races,the poetic pace
feeling the wonders of rightenouness
under the melody, the apple of me