make love to the sky

I go to the trash can and as I am throwing something out a man
comes up to me out of nowhere
“Don’t throw that out” he says with a smile that I trust
“I trust your smile.”
“Come with me” he sings
We hang glide with are bodies pressed up to each other
“Am having fun," I say, with a giggle.
“I know that you are having fun.”
We glide all day long, I tell him about my sadness and he
uses horrible metaphors involving the sky and life.
I cry at each one of them like a child.
We hit the ground and go home and make love like waterfalls while listening to the Beatles.
When I awake he leaves a rose.
I go back to yelling into a hole for tourists with a twinkle in my eye.
Look into the sky there are dreams my horse yells mean to strangers.