Max Mundan

You are the last love of my life,
the great and true soulmate
I have struggled many lifetimes to find.

I could never do anything as petty as merely love you.

I have known you for a minute.
I have loved you for a minute,
and in this minute
we should make love,
with thunder and lightning, with
earthquake and hurricane, raining
our desire in each other’s desert.

To love completely
is to lose.

I don’t believe in God
but when I look in your eyes
so gorgeously filled
with survival, lust and heartbreak
I have to admit
I still believe in love

Somewhere on this godforsaken earth there must be a mint strong enough to erase your name from my lips.

if you want me
to squeeze your breasts hard, kissing
my way down your immaculate body,
caressing the deep, oceanic smooth
of your skin, till my tongue discovers
the enigmatic folds of your secret,
just ask me.

Another day, another room
and you
wet, warm and willing
We shed our guilt and our shame
just like our clothes
and leave them lying on the floor

I do not care how old you are. If you keep trudging ahead and don’t give up completely, there is love to be found. Real, fierce, passionate, gut wrenching love.

Is that what you mean when you say,
“Let’s go back
to the good ol’ days.”?
‘Cause those good ol’ days
may have been good
for rich
straight
white
Christian
men
but they weren’t so fuckin’ hot
for anybody else

Lily-white suburban lives have always mattered. It’s African-American lives and Hispanic lives and women’s lives and gay lives that we toss away like they’re used banana peels. 

What do we need to do to bring about real equality and change in this country?