Geisha Poem by Heather FlowersForhan

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