a kimono and a painted face,
delicate hands pouring tea and sake
with a draping sleeve, this
is what turns men on.
Hair pulled up,
a black complex bun
to show a white glimpse of neck
and a delicate fruit cake
given in a ribboned box
to denote ripe virginity
Nothing lacks fascination
with one in the room:
she plucks an instrument,
or laughs musically
A quick disturbance,
a rustling of silks,
and she lays down,
her body has been bought and sold:
now it is time to awaken sexuality,
unchained
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a gross disgrace to mankind what a human is capable of turning a fellow human into...I read your other poems too, and I like your style of diction. And from the themes of your poetry, it's easy to know you're a journalist. ...Nice! !