Like a dog

I stray:


Wander away

and sniff new smells.



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.

We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.