Sunday, May 29, 2016

Poem 4 | I am the night

You travel through fields
of ripening stars

And I am the night
destroyed by your dawning,

You are a mountain emerging
as you approach your
face closer to mine,

Your perfect slopes
rest at my shoulders and 
without force,
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, because 
I can only speak for myself,
it was as if I saw the sun
reflected in the sea
for the first time in your eyes.

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