You were my drug,
the flame that licked my thighs
and burned me at your whim.
Your probing orange tongue
delivered pain and pleasure.
Fixated by your brilliance
I could not see anything but you.
Desperate for excitement,
a getaway
I was a puppy with a big stick
You enticed me
with your dual nature.
I wanted to be your friend, fixer, lover
but you, fire god, could not love anyone but yourself.
The dry branch I fetched to feed your flame
was soon ravaged
Replaced with another exotic wood.
It was a sin how
your accelerant consumed us both.
You, the fire starter me the supplier of the kindling.
Trapped inside the drama of us.
Your burn fed my hunger,
What I thought was love
You kept feeding the flame
Taking
Day by day
Until there was nothing left.
Frantic oxygen eater
That last leap was a base jump
It still haunts me
The innocent.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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