[He exit’s the toilets shouting, screaming, sweating, tearing at his hair and tattered clothes. The spotlight finds him scratching at the tears smearing black eyeliner down his face, which is covered in lipstick kisses, shouting, imploring, ]

WHERE IS SHE!?
WHERE?
where is she?
where IS she?

[calling]

my love?
tulip ?
darling?
dearest?

my cherished desire
my devil blessed
my sweet succubus

I DEMAND to know

[ grabs someone in the audience]

HAVE YOU SEEN HER?

[pushes the person away in despair and lunges into the venue, staggering, ranting like a drunkard, grabs someone else]

YOU?

O
if you had,
if you had known her
then you too would be bitten

smitten

I HATE her for it
that wench
that slut
that whore

unzipped me

[slowly unzips fly]

stripped me

[takes off white shirt]

then stole away

[drops/throws shirt]

she disappeared

and left me
with nothing but loose change
jangling in my pockets

[pulls pockets inside out sending change rattling across the floor]

and a promise…
yes, she didn’t leave without a promise…

now
she shifts,
changes shape before my eyes,
and appears to me
AN APPARITION!
In parts,

LOOK!
Here,

[grabs one of the girls, looking at her lips, almost touching them with outstretched fingers]

her mouth

[sniffs the air]

and here

[lifts someone elses arm to sniff at an armpit]

Her smell!

And there

[pulls back a loose sleeve and rubs his cheek against…]

her ELBOW.

[falls to his knees]

O!
if she were here again

lying there

[points at the floor in front of him]

WHOLE

[ falls to the floor, stroking her imaginary form]

why then at last
I would rest my head
upon her breast
and softly kiss those pale pink nipples

and stroke the opalescent hairs
burning at her hips

and nuzzle
the snug
behind her ear

and sleep
at last
on those lips

- a dream of flying -

[lifting himself slightly, arms outstretched]

and DIE!
a happy, happy man

[he dies]
[his limp form is dragged off stage by the feet ]
[Band plays funeral march…]