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[maxmundan]

This Path You came to me In my dream last night All smile glowing And silky caress And now I walk alone These paths we trod together Searching for Your reflection in the water Your fragrance Floating on the air I tell you I love you Many times a day But I can’t tell you How much that weighs How do you enfold me Like a blanket When you’re hundreds of miles away? This path This day This life They are nothing Nothing Without your hand To hold Has anything really happened Until I can share it with you?

[maxmundan]

My pen touches paper and every line that I begin to draw becomes a picture of your face I pick a direction I think will lead me away yet, again and again I find myself, arriving at your door The shopping list I write and fill with mundane items becomes a description of you when I read between the lines I think I’m telling a joke but there is no punch line and the only sound that anyone hears is me, calling your name I paint a picture of my pain of my chaos yet when I see it I notice the only color I’ve used is the blue of your eyes

All About You, Max Mundan

[maxmundan]

I’LL ONLY WRITE POEMS FOR YOU

When you and I come together

there is nothing that I want

Everything of value in this world

is held, with calm strength and power

in your deep soulful eyes

glinting, always, with mischief and desire

I could reside forever in your gaze

In my life I will peer

into many sets of eyes

to ferret out the unspoken truth there

This is my calling

I cannot deny

but I will only write poems for you

When you unfold yourself completely

like the solving of an unbearably lovely riddle

and present yourself naked to me

in all your glistening, glorious truth

I am silenced by awe

of all that you are

I know I’ve at last found a home

in your tight, tender care

and I’ll only write poems for you

There’s an electrical circuit connecting

when your delicate skin touches mine

and the perfume of your perspiration

encourages me, feverishly

to mounting, ecstatic sensations

that I barely knew I could feel

but that now seem, suddenly, indispensible

My body’s a temple

My body’s your temple

My body’s a poem to you

That was you

in my dreams

all my life

I see that so clearly now

Yes, I always knew it was you

I have seen you

I’ve known you

I’ve pulled you to me

my triumph, my pain

my longing, my lust

It’s all been a poem to you

I know not what this world will bring

There are mountains of joy and trial

still to come

It may pull us together

It may tear us apart

for a time

but you will always be there

occupying my soul

I’ll protect you

I’ll defend you

with every drop of my blood

till my last

dying

breath

I will always write poems for you

I will only write poems for you

[maxmundan]

Hot clean water wash away the clumsy kisses of the night before wash away the overflowing ashtrays and flirtations the growling stomach wash away the insatiable appetite for broken treaties and trespassed boundaries Morning shower wash away the man I want to be so I can live with the one I am

Max Mundan, Ashtrays and Flirtations

© Max Mundan 2016

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[maxmundan]

Many young men for I was once one of those are taught, for better or worse that the kiss your sweet lips pressed to mine is some sort of erotic purgatory a vista point a waiting room on the long and rocky road to heaven at worst, a chore to be checked off and endured at best, a key that will help unlock the gates of paradise And I must admit, in my life, it has been treated as such as a means to an end (and we all know which end I mean) not the end in itself but when the deep blue of your eyes greet my yearning pools and my thirsty mouth drinks deep from yours your very scent drifting out of you and filling my nostrils with the haunting essence of you I know that my journey has ended There is no greater place I need to travel and I could easily live forever in your kiss

Max Mundan, The Kiss (as an end in itself)

© Max Mundan 2016

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[maxmundan]

This is important, this is everything, this is what I’ve been screaming with every breath Carve your sunrise smile through this skin that imprisons kiss away with your cascade lips this self-loathing this loneliness this distrust This is everything this world in your eyes this universe in your touch this firmament in your loss and confusion Open this flesh and touch this sinew this bone this blood this memory this weakness This is yours this is you this is the house you built from your forgiveness

Max Mundan, This (for Thyra)

© Max Mundan 2017

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[maxmundan]

A WEIGHTED PROPOSITION January 28, 2018 Connection is such a weighted proposition Love’s pounds pull like an old-fashioned waltz I hold you and I hope that you’re still there that this minute isn’t all there is of you Please be eternal, my love I can’t do this without you These tears have been dammed a thousand times but now they flow for you for you yes, goddamn fucking you white and freckled and with those eyes break the distance damn you, break the distance between I f I can’t hold you within myself lifetimes more than this then how will I survive? #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #illonlywritepoemsforyou #maxmundan

[maxmundan]

When you and I come together there is nothing that I want Everything of value in this world is held, with calm strength and power in your deep soulful eyes glinting, always, with mischief and desire I could reside forever in your gaze In my life I will peer into many sets of eyes to ferret out the unspoken truth there This is my calling I cannot deny but I will only write poems for you When you unfold yourself completely like the solving of an unbearably lovely riddle and present yourself naked to me in all your glistening, glorious truth I am silenced by awe of all that you are I know I’ve at last found a home in your tight, tender care and I’ll only write poems for you There’s an electrical circuit connecting when your delicate skin touches mine and the perfume of your perspiration encourages me, feverishly to mounting, ecstatic sensations that I barely knew I could feel but that now seem, suddenly, indispensible My body’s a temple My body’s your temple My body’s a poem to you That was you in my dreams all my life I see that so clearly now Yes, I always knew it was you I have seen you I’ve known you I’ve pulled you to me my triumph, my pain my longing, my lust It’s all been a poem to you I know not what this world will bring There are mountains of joy and trial still to come It may pull us together It may tear us apart for a time but you will always be there occupying my soul I’ll protect you I’ll defend you with every drop of my blood till my last dying breath I will always write poems for you I will only write poems for you

Max Mundan, I’ll Only Write Poems for You

© Max Mundan 2016

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