Moon Scent

Turning towards the ocean
I saw you
crouching by water's edge
with your hand ripple-weaving the blue.

I need to swim,
I heard you think,
as you suddenly stood
and dived into ether's liquid moon.

Not wanting to be anywhere else,
I fell into your world.

Gliding through shimmering light
I followed a slipstream
of the things-you-do essence
and found myself in the moment.

Lost, inside all I ever wanted,
I almost stayed forever,
but when your lips found mine
your world became my home.