a kimono and a painted face,
delicate hands pouring tea and sake
with a draping sleeve, this
is what turns men on.
...
makes old men of trees:
fragile, hollow and bald
the scent of their swagger
brisk in the air
...
she birthed them, and now must nourish them
five mouths that mew their tiny hungers
ten eyes, ten ears and twenty paws
each tearing at her teats painfully
...
thick, acrid, and psychedelic:
an emergence is felt,
butterflies tickling the brain
its pull magnetic
...
Geisha
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