Dogs all riled up,

getting my dog barking late,

for days now, howling

at the moon’s phase,

just like me.

I’m ready.

It’s a desire I must fulfill,

that is if you’re willing still…

after months of me

being too afraid to speak…

a coward,

or maybe more overwhelmed,

mesmerized by your eyes,

peering through mine,

and reading my mind

Will you talk to me?

a moment divine

–speechless–

my sparks flying

AGAIN! Begin!

Can I speak with you?

May I eat another sweet dream?

My tongue salivates for more:

Your waves slapping my shore.