Small Flame (Of Fire to Air)

The others, Mineral and Water, have a specific relationship with me. When I am preeminent, they are transformed by my agency. Either warmed, melted, or evaporated. When they are preeminent, I am smothered.

You and I have a voice that speaks to the power.

Our cooing, us cuddling and spooning in a hearth. Bringing light and warmth to an entire building.

Our gasps, us roiling and flailing across forest and city.

In the small flame, you restrain us.

Not strict, as puppet master.

Gentle, like your single finger held to my lips, you permit only a gentle hum from me.

Our voices creating the flame by harmony (not possible in a single voice, but vibrant in sympathy).

Tender in nurturing me; you enfold around me and bring our natures in close (for caresses and nuzzlings).

You are ever responsive to my any bend or twist. Actions of immediacy, since your absence would end our union with a wisp. Even a stable flame requires constancy of action.

You are careful and providing.

I am an ever eager ember. Prove me.

Take me to some opportunistic nearby place, breath closely into me. We can writhe together and grow in cascades of power.

These small flames, that might last days, provide me with proof of your ever care and reliability.

I should not have to say these words. My life should prove it fully to you without saying them.

You deserve to hear it though.

I

Am

Yours!