naked |
let the ocean take you under
immune to spells and dirty slut blunders
when your heart is this heavy
you don't float
you wonder
your back resting on the ocean floor,
it's easy not to fight...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 12:43:00 PST |
and it begins |
I stepped upon the platform.
My heart went pitty-pat
when I heard somebody say,
"whose pretty little drunk bitch is that?"
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 02:50:00 PST |
yours endlessly |
Sing for me now
paramour
I adore
How you make the vibrato
Fake the bravado
I taste your lullaby
I dance in my sleep as I
dream of you and (I)
we make the music of
tortured and tasteless love...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:18:00 PST |
shoes |
Paint my face and pretty my lips
now
Don't you see how delicately
I
slip into these black
sexy, delicious
Shoes?
Suck me
skin to femur
Feet locked around your
neck
And I
Wrap you
In my embrac...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:15:00 PST |
disdain |
On the tip of my tongue
burning
Taking over my mouth
Devouring what I swallow
Feeding me relentlessly
Driving me to insanity
Sliding down my throat
into your belly
Never satisfied
I take
I t...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:12:00 PST |
the fountain |
I smell your youth
I hunger
Exhaust me boy
lest I exhaust you
Your hands are dirty
Your soul is pure
Let me lick the sin from beneath
the place in you that I worship
I've let you lead me to ...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:11:00 PST |
amour |
Aching
Longing
So completely empty and so full
So filled by you
I spill all of me
in vain
on the floor
I beg for more
I can't endure
the void you leave
when you're gone
Take me now
Take...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:09:00 PST |
tomorrow |
Slide through me on our way out of town
Melt like the words that spill from your mouth
Just me and the Saint with sin on his back
On wings we soar
escaping the rack
Arm in arm through damp str...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:01:00 PST |
The Orchid |
"All the acrobats have found something else to flip over. I weave the net to catch them and watch carefully to tell the tales of how they fall or how they fly. I listen to them paint the p...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 08:15:00 PST |
Musings for the Muse |
What of mice and men? Of elves and faeries? Shall we dance or just talk for a while? I suppose it would be more prudent instead to stand and stare in silence, waiting for the chance not to spea...
Posted by Oh, Calamity Jane *GQ* on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 12:40:00 PST |
