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.