A simple teahouse
Geisha laughing behind sleeves
Samisens playing
Ethan drinks sake
Lone at the corner table
Watching geisha dance.
A delight of sound
The samisen plink plink plinks
Geta stamp stamp stamp
Men watch the dancer
Ethan watches the player
Of the samisen
Thin fingers pluck strings
Eyebrows together in thought
Chords flow tenderly
The nape of the neck
The tendrils of long black hair
Beauty dancing down
A pause, a deep breath
And everything changes now
Western male eyes
The geisha is not
A soft Japanese woman
But, instead, male
Faintly familiar
Old eyes looking up at him
The singular gaze

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