Dreamt of Moon

I dreamt last night

that the moon was under water,

not the whole of it,

just half,

as if she was too hot for this summer night

and decided to take a dip.

Finding it bracingly cold

and frighteningly vast in its darkness,

she kept her face dry and safe

above the water line.

But just the legs of the moon

were enough to give the ocean

an ethereal glow

that startled the fish from their slumber

which caused the waves to ripple and dance.

And when the stars moved in

for a better view

the surface lit up like a discoteque

and the air hummed

like a refridgerator late at night.

On a distant shore the waves lapped, lapped

on the rocks

marking the thumping heartbeat

of the skinny dipping moon,

shivering and alive.