Tourist

You are a geisha,
A support system for an image.
Born to satisfy the whims
of an attentive audience.
Paint your face white,
Lips red,
Soul black.
Dance so softly.
Never speak.
Like origami,
with so many folds and dark places
The untrained eye could never see
The depth behind such a simple design.
But I am not fooled by your painted persona.
You see,
I am a tourist.