I sat at your feet; only metaphorically. As I remember it, I sat on the couch, as you, with your strangely…
What do we need to do to bring about real equality and change in this country?
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.
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
but they weren’t so fuckin’ hot
for anybody else
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.
Another day, another room
wet, warm and willing
We shed our guilt and our shame
just like our clothes
and leave them lying on the floor
Somewhere on this godforsaken earth there must be a mint strong enough to erase your name from my lips.
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
To love completely
is to lose.
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.