Art of Cimeries

A summers night.
What a damn sight?!
A beautiful breeze,
Won’t sear nor freeze.

A scent like no other,
One best shared with a lover.
The day’s sweat dries,
While the crescent rock rises.

The stars shimmer and dance,
I yearn to prance.
A warm palm in hand,
Nothing else to demand.

This could be our… Summer Night.

A poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam