Who I Am

Who I Am - Updated Poetry Contest Constance La France I'm a flame glove His heat kept me warm but burned me I jumped into his fire, I'm lonely An overnighter spark Turned into an uncontrollable blaze and time I wanted to stop but he kept fanning the flames One night turned into months and years One day I looked into the flame and blew it out I love the catch A fish, a beachball, a date Not into finding a lost puppy twice Doubly not one that barks Or falling for lust and lapdogs over substance I remember that first night his flame consumed me Every inch was an unearthing But that hooked landscape was barren like a desert