roar of love

forget the linear story for a moment
let's convey our yearning
cultivate life like cat owners
housed on hardwood floors covered in litter and ash
you the pisces, swimming through early morning dew
resembling our mothers’ understanding of God
and me at a bar named grill unable to remember your face
your face
a compass always facing pillow
beautiful but vague
with all the permanent properties of cloud

all that’s left is this room above the indoor pool
same stale situation every weekend
stealing elusive plans of escape routes
from hopeless loneliness in the silhouette of each arm’s vein

black dogs sense dinner is coming in nighttime
you walked out a little over an hour ago
I'll forget that I'll never call
she laid back on the bed naked and full like a cat
rubbing between her legs like fucking a star
on the dark side of the endless road
a dog barks and I think "I’ve been too busy" to be myself
in the void where we are lost, catfish smacks between your lips,
we've let our hair grow long
light through the fresh and filthy air filters
onto clocks always searching for an hour
an hour
like this one
ensconced in the rambling story of a man
who reminds us of our fathers hairy back
depicting pocked limbs in purple shadow
and closed eyes full of teary passion