Never Ever Never a Moment for the Rain

Gently brushing skin of red.    
The vacuum of sky settles above her head sucking her into the warp of night fancy.    
The stars crown her head like a bonnet of flowers,    
and the sheets she spears from fall being raining silk as she jerks up from her bed with an idea tormenting her mind,    
"Go outside."    
   
Her skin rubs her skin, and she rubs the night dress away.    
Sleeping outside on her patio, a little warmed by the chilling cold the wind breathes on her nape when she notices how alone she is    
and how her surroundings are asleep    
and how the world is now her own Barbie Playhouse.    
And she just so happens to notice that she loves the crispness of the air    
and how her hairs stand and her whole body is alert and aware.    
She feels herself absorb the aura of the moon, that bright extravagant white.    
She flings her chest and erect mountain peaks to the mouth of the celestial satellite,    
and makes love to the moon with her hand arousing the tides within the gulf,    
and I saw her from up above.    
I was one of the stars in that lucky sky, and I saw her.    
It was then that I knew that angels did not come from up above.    
They grow like flowers from Mother Earth, and they are proud and indulgent.    
   
Brushing softly her own reddened skin.    
Drinking from her own navel.    
Pressing and awakening the mountains and their peaks like the wind, and the moon    
tells me how she has done this before.    
"No man," he said, "No man can conquer a Lady Flor. She simply blooms and opens and opens and and opens and blooms,    
and she shows the twinkle twinkle star what she is    
with her trained fingers moving along the pelvic ridge and falling down into a watery crevice to drown slowly.    
Upon rising out they meet a pleasure dolphin in the sand and they tend to it until the tide comes up and washes it away.    
For the favor they get two wishes.    
They choose to always be happy each time and that the dolphin will emerge from the ocean again so that they can tend to it as before and feel the tides rise.    
The lady is attentive as the dolphin is petted and nurtured and washed out to sea.    
She moans as the tides rise.    
The dolphin is elated and filled with glee and opens its mouth but is not able to speak,    
but the lady assists the dolphin by sharing in its joy and she gives a mighty cry for the dolphin as the sea tides rise, and it is washed away."    
   
It was the first time that I had seen this happen,    
and I watched amazed from above.    
They are what we marvel at from the heavens.    
Oh,the earthened stars.    
   
And she just    
gets up, grabs her clothes, and walks back into her cottage house.    
"She likes to get away from the noise of the city," I suppose.