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.
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 and emerging. 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.