I shall call you the moon
for being a wolf
I worship you
a drug that draws me at close of day
a pale glow larger than myself|
higher than ever could be reached by me
more beautiful than this shaggy fur
you draw me up on high plateaus
to stare in silent wonder wishing
until the music you cause
comes blushing out my jaws
in a howl of longing
howl of lust
howl of never free
never close
never wanting end of night
Every night at close of day
I climb and nestle down
awaiting a time when you appear
to refill my heart with life
to give my heart a lift
inspiration from your gentle presence
ability to continue on
with a promise
of a night next filled with moonlight.

[...] I Shall Call You The Moon [...]