*Kind of difficult writing from a male perspective, but Tomoe’s character is so mysterious…here goes:
And she tickles my logic with her babbling
lips and those coy eyes
And I a yokai who sips
from the red light district
Is pulled in
Her longing is my whimper
from her cries and echoes,
frail under her strength
strong in her gentleness and
Her longing is my whimper
To have a human goddess
right under my clutches
right under my killing aura and
powers of fire, I want only one
fire to possess her.
And her longing is my whimper
my secret worship of her
and her tiny voice, long hands and
her shrill scream when I catch her
in a lie or sighing because she loves me
but I am yokai- I can not be loved
a human can not be trusted.
I long to make her whimper
She is me I am her.
She needs me- I want her.
But oh, the longing in her eyes when we fight together
When we tear down walls of pride by shamelessly
baring all unspoken words
of what we wanted before we were…
I know I’m already hers.
Is she mine?


