Minus Love- Ode to Bodine

when he condescends to grace her with his presence
she melts like wax under a hot lamp
he has burnt her a million times
and she has never become immune
to the third degree burns he leaves like footprints around her heart.
Yet like a moth, she cannot resist the undeniable charm of his flame, the onesided attraction that binds and winds, hypnotizes
and pulls her slithering like a snake;
-belly to the ground, face in the dirt-
to her loss of rightness, of self,
of sanity...