The Cry of the Geisha

(A soft tender voice whispers)

Would you devour me in an hour

If you baptised my broken heart and gave me a beautiful eternal wonderful token

Enabling my weary soul to rebirth like a well-watered flower

Would you hold my strong veined worn hands tightly

As all my old world's of safety and security slowly in yellow flames burnt 

Would you just be my everlasting old school teacher

Like a historical Socrates

As I chased a dream to be reborn through a new cherished love

To be forever relearned

Is that why I still hold onto your precious much sought after Eden's green apple

To still be earned

Would you save me like courageous Paris did for the Eastern World's beauty

Helene

Against Agamemnon
In tragically doomed Troy

Would you embrace this beautiful woman standing before you

Who is no longer been
bullish like a wild old country Tennessee untamed boy

Named Sue 

Could we just live a regal peaceful and true life

Overflowing in endless happiness and beloved joy

Filled with much sought
after children or would you just use me like all the others before,

Like a money cow



A highly skilled deductive
sexual toy

To just be tossed away into the four winds

To live and listen and serve to all

Contained and forever
hiding their true self in

endless perpetual
compartmentalised

Inner unwanted wars

Copyright John Duffy 

Copyright John Duffy 2019