This dancer was like a serpent,
sheding slick black leather.
Revealing milky white skin,
meshed with fishnet and feathers.
I laid this fallen angel,
in the bathroom after the show.
Licking the lines of a tattooed thigh,
I laid her face down,
in the muck and the grime.

That angelic face,
with the bleeding nose.
Completely strung out,
on powdered snow.

An exaulted vision,
hard to beleive.
An angel in black,
vomiting on her hands and knees.
A soul splattered on the damp,
musky street.
Begging for a hand,
to help back to her feet.
To fall once more,
on her pillow of cocaine relief.

This leather clad angel,
was stripped of her wings,
for creating wonderfully, wicked scenes,
on the cool, smooth tile,
of heavens latrines.