East Meets West

On the brocade of Japan 

My cherry blossom hair pick comb

And my crimson lip

With rice powder

Tells of a myth in my other form

I can't tell the tale too quick

But I am snow tiger forlorn 

A female born askew

Not by the wasteside or manger

I'm not possessed or hypnotized by bitterness

And anger I find thrills in the jungle concrete

But thats just me...

I arise to sudden impact on pleasing others needs....

I will thrill you as well with my instrument

Or flute- I am geisha spirit animal snow tiger

And I entertain but no fools

I'm not fooled by much

I don't need to know everything.

I'm honest at early dusk

But I prefer no honesty from you

Just your passion and lust

And for you to devour me

Panther, Panthers

Come here to rescue me

From this spoiled milk

I don't want to waste anything

But I refuse to look at anything or anyone

Negatively....

I respect the earth and have walked for miles

My tongue and mouth are parched

I need some water for a while.

I am a geisha girl.

A snow tiger is my spirit animal.

And my primal instinct is to hibernate within the leaves.

And for the sake of it I will throw looks at the bee stung flowers at night and raise my chin towards the sky.