Promo magnets are on the way! Cds are on the way! Digital distribution is almost finalized! The countdown has begun!
I’m so excited and terrified!
Last Wednesday I was invited by MP Johnson to perform at the launch for his new title: Dungeons and Drag Queens. It was a lot of fun, and I have to say, after hearing him read the first three chapters, I’m looking forward to reading the rest! It’s available on Amazon, though they still had a few copies at the hosting bookstore, Common Good Books, if you want to check it out.
I thank him for generously inviting me to perform at his launch. The temptation to simply take the opportunity to strip and frolic in the stacks was overwhelming, but I managed to keep myself under control, and just take off my shirt. 😉 It was interesting doing what I do at a book store though and it got me thinking.
I love sharing my poetry aloud to a crowd, (free rhymes included with every post btw), even though sometimes sharing my poetry makes me feel more exposed and vulnerable than taking my top off. In my poems I’m sharing a part of me that is definitely deeper than my skin, and there is a power within a voice. That’s why I think even when we read silently we still sometimes hear the words inside our minds spoken in a familiar voice.
A little NSFW BDSM ditty from my upcoming album. You may have seen me perform this at Farrago’s or Kieran’s…
You disrupt me
Come closer and say my name
It’s just a few pieces of leather,
And metal rings.
It’s just a belt,
But you wear it confidently
Cos you know what it does to me
You tip the balance of my desire
So I can’t hide it anymore
Let me lean against you
and feel muscles tired and sore
Your hands shaking me to my core
It’s just a figure 8 of leather
Looped over through those rings, and then again
But then you take my arms behind my back,
And slip it over my wrists
And you feel me tremble and nip my neck
Pain and pleasure mingling
And your kiss,
Shattering my soul
You know what it takes to make me give up
To give in
And that’s the force as you apply as you slide the leather tight
Hands bound behind straightening my spine
better than any corset or bind.
Because my chest is still uncovered for you to take your pleasure
in my exquisite pain
In my mind and dreams
To share the same design –
Bind me to your bed,
Bind me in my mind
Blind me to your ways and
Show me what it is to be
As you do what you will with me,
Take me with only your voice
You give me no choice
As you slip inside
And dripping candle wax
Your eyes glittering in the shifting light
As the flame trickles down my body
Leaving patterns on my flesh
That I will secret away for days
Will never become routine
In this scene
You make me scream
You disrupted me
When you came close
When you said my name
O fingerprint on my left middle finger
I have abused you,
and used you,
and yet your loops and swirls have ever returned
You have been burned
bitten and yet
Through all, you stay attached
The power you wield can’t be matched
you make me unique
I wouldn’t be entirely me without you
and you are all I witness
when I’m cut off in traffic
and I seek
to question another’s driving fitness
O fingerprint on my left middle finger,
Nothing could ever replace thee!
The only way it could be better,
Is of you, I had two!