Beautiful as the night

There is something about yakshis, I said as I was leaning on the tree watching her move like a floating cloud

She pleasantly annoyed, yet in character climbed down beside, looked at me with her blood shot eyes

I reached out with both hands , unafraid, as I moved her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ears

She stood there, seething and determined, thirsty and being what she is 

And you are to think of me and be rattled, knowing my claws shall rip open your chest, as I eat your heart, while it still beats

I shrugged, what a waste would that be, for a being of such beautiful legs, to have done that to me

she paused , rolling her head sideways, wondering if I was the monster she should worry about

I touched her face again, traced her nose bridge and traced her lips, running my fingers on her vicious teeth

She bit it, I smiled, I asked if she would offer a kiss before she killed me

She held my face, as if to rip off my head, and I just patted her head again

She sat down, as if to register a complaint, I sat right next to her, leaned my head onto her shoulders

She smelt like Chinese Glory, and of notes of night flowers, I breathed her fragrance and held her hands to my neck

They are beautiful, I said, too beautiful to be drenched in my blood, allow me to hand over my head

She took my head, as she writhed in pleasure, she drenched me in her ichor, over and again

As she collapsed spent, she let my head be, she faded into the tree, promising to meet me forever more

I walked home, I have since walked through that very road, I also bring her food, I also added some fresh flowering plants near her tree as decor