Gasping

There's fire placating my soul.

Wisps of smoke in my hair.

Eyes but mere sparks.

Flecks of gold, vying with my cheekbones.

A sultry smile, downcast and unsure.

An eloquent, curved neck, hindered like a tree.

Marble skin; troubled with the burns of fester.

And a wordless desire-

It’s not enough to keep me alive.