It begins with a

 Faint airy fire

 In the base of

 Both nostrils

Probably from the

 Recently extinguished

 Wax towers, ironically

 Cemented in liquid sugar

And before a single slice

 Might be indulged the

 Snuffed heralds of time

 Are plucked deftly

 From their prize

The only memory;

 A lingering puff

 Caught momentarily in

 The retina, till

 Fleshy sheets

 Wrap it tightly