Mistress of the NIght

The mistress of the night strokes the moon
With the back of her wispy hand,
The stars branching from her fingertips
As they caress his full cheeks.
Her legs straddle gently the black sky
Like that of a first lover each night,
The clouds wondering spectators
As to when there turn will be 
To witness their mistress's care and taunt,
Her vast frame embracing all the world
As she spreads her arms until morning.