Kajuku Geisha

A painted mask that glows under the moonlight.
A timeless tradition.

Her gaze under covers of the night,
Lips stained with blood,
matching her crimson red kimono, bright distractions;
give birth to inflaming passions of the peacock.

Emitted from fine feathers,
that melt gently into showers
of colorful melodies.

Every form of beauty, every shade and hue of color becoming stardust-like energies,
exploding at night all alone,
an epitome of beauty.