Through the Night, a Love fanfic

Through the night

I entertain men by

My dancing and wit

Music comes in second

When they tire of games

And have too much to drink

I do what I must

And keep my heart at bay

To do what all Geisha do,

Keep their hearts locked away.

My truth was solid

As Okaa-san instructed it so

I thought it was law

That is until I saw . . .

One evening, from a time past

I was entertaining when a late

Guest came to the party’s midst

Everyone looked to this new person

An awe struck crowd came round

At the sight of this arrival

From all there

He was a lost wonder found

I watched him

With my dark hazel eyes

What a pleasant fellow

With looks that surprise

With a crown of short black hair

And robust muscles across the board

Devilish looks with dark eyes to melt

Any girl’s soul

I watched him eagerly

Although, to my pleasure,

Which should have been kept secret,

I watched this man with great interest

All of the geisha and other women

In the room,

All of them swooned

Over this charming lad

But I, to my heart’s beating rhythm

His eyes met mine

Making my heart jump back

With a desire to learn more

He watched me

With growing curiosity

I could tell as

He made his way toward me

The master of the party

Proclaimed this young man

To be known as Thornshield,

Or Thorn as the case maybe

This fellow known as Thorn

Made a seat next to me

He introduced himself, again,

With a sweet a giggle I bow and repeat

All of the novelties that I was taught

However, he made my heart quite

Distraught

I offered to pour him some sake or tea

For his request was simple of rice wine

I smiled as poured him some

Showing a bit of my wrist

As I was taught to do,

But I was hoping it would introduce more

We chatted with one another

Before we even bothered to consider

Any others

We laughed and sniggered by night’s end

My first big party came with an interest

Of intrigue and my first infatuation

I had once danced in bounds

To please others, before myself

Speaking with him made me realize

How I am must some times play

To the tempo of my own melody

And let it harmonize with some reality

The party began to dwindle

In the wee hours of the morning’s light

He and I chatted

The Knight and Geisha

Before we moved on out

I made a small pout

I wished to stay by Thorn’s side

For a bit longer

At least until I knew

Okaa-san did not matter.

After a humble farewell

From each part we played

I made eye contact with him

Begging him to see me once more

At least before he left this shore

I smiled softly to him

My ruby red lips

Curling into a crescent moon

I bow to him

And bid him adieu

As I walked back to my okiya

The new dawn’s light

Enticed me to dance

On the bridge across the way

My heart was filled with a joy

I had never known before

Could this be love, or maybe lust?

In the case, I later found

Duality plays a crucial role

Days went on to another party

In the mountains of a known hot spring

I was invited along with a few other geisha to entertain

Tightly wrapped cloths were our friends then

We had floating trays of sake and beer

With sweet things to eat,

Though they stayed on the pier

For fear of them being dropped

With a few drunken giggles

Escaping from tipsy geisha lips

I shake my head with a laugh

So many of us get drunk so fast!

Then, without warning

I saw him come by

Cloth wrapped around his

Mid-section

In a rare occasion,

Such as this

The hidden skin that our

White make up hides

I felt the warmth of rose

Come to my cheeks

Seeing him again

By a struck of luck

That was all I needed.

A soft smile came to my lips

As I studied his tan physic

Of muscle and tone

A desire in me rose

I swiftly, leisurely turn my back

I must let myself get too carried away

He may find me to be a quack

Of a ninny

My mind flooded over

With distractions to take hold

I must speak others

To take away my thoughts of him

That fellow, Thorn . . .

Eventually caught up with me

Speaking to some other geisha

And an old fool of lecherous ways

He somehow rescued me

From my attempts to hide

He looked me straight in the eye

With a pondering concern

“What have I done to disdain you so?”

My knight enquired of me

In the some what privacy

Of a near by pool

With an elbow leaning against

A wooden pole, I felt myself

Look away with precious time

Fleeting too soon

“Forgive me, Thornshield,

I truly did mean to offend you.”

I managed to strain, “You have not

Insulted me in anyway.”

I could feel his gaze change

Puzzlement surely taking hold

At the explanation he had to endure

Oh please, my Gods, have mercy on me

“There must be something, I have done.

Iyasu, please tell me, mi’lady.”

Thorn pleaded with me,

Though there was not much I could do.

I silently turn his way

Feeling my heart’s tempo

Change from a steady quarter note count

To a thirty-second note in a flash

Oh my sweet heart

Please forgive me so

I meant no harm

But . . .

“Forgive this naïve young lady’s

Heart, but I must say that you have

Stolen it without a contest or sought.”

I confessed to my first heart-crush.

However, my curse will carry on

Until my true love comes to meet

Me in my true love of hobbies to escape

My past, present and future cross

Before I realized

What came over me

The village girlhood of my

Very youthful days

Sprang out with a small pride

For once, the still companion

Always veiled by my Geisha role

Came out with victory

And stole a kiss

From the warmth a knight’s lips

In a passion that I may see again

As I dipped into satisfaction

In tap of confusion

He wrapped his arms

Around my petite body

As I felt the back of damp

Cloth drop

A crimson haze

Cleared my cheeks

As I felt my first kiss

With gentle passion

In reach my heart

My Gods, have surely played

A mammoth part

To the surrender that I promised

I would never commit

But in the end,

I knew it would fall,

My great wall

Surrounding my heart

Now I know

The truth of my heart

And how it will confess

I will wait and see . . .

‘Til time rings clear

This young lady you see here

Has kissed her first and perhaps her last

Only time knows what it shall pass

But the judgment is clear

With a ripple of a soundless pond’s edge

Her fortune is made

By that of a simple kiss

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