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.