Jade Empress
Slanted eyes and quiet smile.
Men fall at her feet with a single glance,
a simple flick of her sleeve
to show a sliver of wrist,
as she elegantly pours the tea.
The clack of her wooden shoes
on the slats of the narrow bridge,
she crosses over running water,
giggling from behind her parasol.
In her boudoir lie her secrets,
as she strips off her silk kimono,
peels away the layers
and wipes the rouge from her lips,
clearing the white from her brow,
nose, cheeks.
She’s perfection of an oriental age,
a vision of the past,
one foot in front of the other
one step at a time.
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