Sandra

i met sandra in paris: a woman of character

i met sandra in paris: a woman of character.



you call out her name

and she turns with a smile

oh god! the shapely nose and chin

there’s a twinkle in her blue eyes.



the sound of her name

singing in your mouth

hissing like retreating foam over reefs

windows opening out to the cold breeze.



a piece of your mind

reaches out to embrace her

clinging to the warmth

soft flesh over hard bones.



yet the disarming smile

keeps you at bay

building a blind man’s wall

between mind and desire.



so near and yet so far…

that's what makes her

a woman of character.