Non-Erotic PoetryNinjitsuas always,
wrapped in the soundless dark,
watching the shadows of the leaves
dancing on the pale skin
of Maiko's naked back
as she lay before him
stretched out on the tatami,
one strand of her hair
forming a question mark
in the moonlight.
She awoke,
sensing his presence,
turned to meet his stare,
nodding.
They both knew
that this moment would come.
Duty and honor.
And karma.
She did not flinch
as his sword took her head.
Her dying eyes smiled
as the blade bit into his belly,
their blood commingling,
flowing as one
into the Pure Land that was death,
united at last.
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