hello clarice

I love to see you smile—the roughness of your skin, your seemingly endless passion. A flicker of fire, quick to burn out. I tend to your flames; it’s what keeps me alive. I crave to merge with you, to be transformed into a great forestfire. After the inferno, when death and barren grounds remain, a beautiful new forest will arise. Will you still be there to see it?

I want to be your guiding light, and you, my burning flame.

My desire for you is endless, even as the flames flicker and fade. When I kiss your lips, they burn so fiercely

To feel your burning touch on my supple skin is almost sacred.

But who will shield the flamekeeper from their own fire?

Will you be my flame and I your flamekeeper? I promise I won’t let you burn out, so long as you tend to my spark. my light, my death, my blossom.