it must be January for cherry blossoms open their wings
and melt into the pleasure quarters of your dreams
my face is painted in the purest white
carnations are my lips grown in the dark
my ornaments are birds of paradise
my body sleek
my eyes unspoken fantasies
oh, how well i know your eagerness to bite
you roar and toss on purple sheets
like tigers kept in cages for too long
don’t you know
that in the month of January
the earth cages the sun
my skin remains untouched
my joy is unconfined
and all I am is art?
what pleasures do you think that a geisha has in mind?
note: on Japan’s southern, subtropical islands, cherry blossoms open as early as January.