Here is the
Stripshow.
Soft skin
Revealing
Drawing
A naked portrait reflects off my eyes.

This room echoes
Of the sewer in the city,
Now we present such hidden beauty
Loved
Blessed secrecy.

The compass points at the crowd,
Startled by the dying second
We turn
We wonder
The sounds of two feet
Are alone in the room.

I removed my being from the depths of her warmth,

delved in deeper yet again...

a relentless tightness like I've never felt before.

My hands grew icy cold

as I looked into her unmoving eyes.

a single tear rolling toward her cheek...

Dead she was...

I was compelled to make the final push,

always finish what you start.

I composed myself, lit a cigarette...

hollered to the producer to call an ambulance and roll tape.

Another good swig of Jack Daniels and I continued...

Lament
Lament for my ****
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow... (Jim Morrison)