Like a dog

I stray:

 

Wander away

and sniff new smells.

 

But

night after night

you’re almost here,

 

A wraith that whets my appetite

for the dark hot sheets

and tangled shapes

we made

upon your bed.

 

No soft angles here. Instead

I howl

for your warmth, your ticking throat

 

I want it all

and always

I want you.

 

I lick other hands

but like a dog

I love you best.