I miss his knock on my door his
taste on my tongue his clothes on
my floor his breath in my lung

I miss my breast in his hand his
cross on my mark my woman in
his man his tremble in my dark

I miss his land from my sea his
north from my south his voice in
my ear my name in his mouth

I miss my faint in his sigh his
flesh on my thigh those lips that
laugh my face in his faraway eye

from New Music (Five Islands Press, 2001), edited by John Leonard. Used and reprinted by permission.

Click here for a reading by Jordie Albiston of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's "No More Boomerang," followed by this poem.

Click here for a video of the Melbourne premiere of Leonard Lehrman's setting, Jan. 5, 2002.