Sunday, May 01, 2016

Poem 2 | Recurring | Feb 19 | Filipino Poetry

You travel through fields
of ripening stars
And I am the still night
instantly destroyed 
by your beautiful dawning,
You are a mountain emerging
as you approach your
face closer to mine,
Your perfect slopes
rest at my shoulders and
take apart the foundations
of my perceptions
And as you held my hand
inside your car, it was as if,
you were holding my breath
like your own,
And it was,
as if I saw the sun
reflected in the sea
for the first time in your eyes.

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