For Sandra

When I think of you I
Lose my breath
for a moment
When I dream of raven-black hair
falling deep around
Shoulders beautiful as Cypriot mountains I
Lose my step
for an instant
When you draw close you
smile and (far away) roiling galaxies birth infant stars
Liquid contentment, like pregnant cumulus, drizzles
into fallow spaces of my unplowed heart
And when you drift away
like the bonfire's remains on a stiff evening breeze
You may draw the blinds
on the attic window of my soul
And deny entrance to these
brief rays of light
for a time