A foggy night fills the path where we meet again,
glittering moonlight bouncing off your curves and skin.
Your tall, black boots clap on the cold cobblestone.
A sway of round hips, a dancer, presenting yourself to me.
One single finger to the side of your full lips, you give me a little pout,
it sends me back into old memory,
sensual times when we would spent
only but a mere moment apart.
A flick of your thin digits your streaming hair submits,
obeying your command, a goddess controlling aqua fibers;
it reminds me of all the days when I could lose myself
in your long coiffure, once dyed a light lavender,
a field of flowers, I could once call my own.
You look to me with your innocent eyes, a lonesome siren.
When you were once by my side,
I would submit to them daily.
Arms now open, your fingers calmly curl,
a smile and a sigh.
You strike a quick yet lovely pose,
I remember what I miss most.
My dark angel, you return to my life.
Nicholas Lemiesz is a budding artist in the poetry world. Currently, he is an electrical engineering sophomore at Wentworth Institute of Technology, in the heart of Boston. His influences include the minds of E. E. Cummings and Pablo Neruda.
Sally Deskins is an artist and writer focusing on perspectives of women including her own. She’s been published internationally and exhibited nationally and has curated several exhibitions and books.