Fire of Desire

You speak like there is no sun in the sky
or blood in your veins, like you’re an
empty phantom that always gets lost
in the tracks of a beast.
Like the loaded question of why
or unfinished sentences that leave us to think,
to toss and turn over wrinkled sheets,
and try to force our minds to sleep.
You’ve set the fire of desire
and it’s burning in the night,
it’s slowly dying down
ceasing to exist.