with
a coy curl of her lips she coaxes
the sun to rise, then casts
       a shadow
in his light which brings
night
to half the globe, spending entire
days playfully trapping
  the wind in her teeth while
     wrestling thunderbolts to the ground,
     the song of her laugh
making the angels
          quiver
in envy as they helplessly watch
her stroll casually across the earth leaving
  canyons in her wake,
  and as the
    encroaching darkness which
       slowly swallows each day
       softly serenades her she
closes her eyes, graciously
allowing the stars to borrow their shine,
then slumbers virginally with
  the moon resting contently in
       a thin silver boat
          atop her navel.