Do I feel?

[Louisos]

Do I feel?

Washing over me like a wave of
aching,
a tide of fatigue that never goes out,
and endless candle.

Blown out only by the winds
of my desire,
stirred only by your ethereal presence.

This chalice of mine, full of fiery silver;
any more drops,
and more experiences,
are nothing
to this chalice of fiery liquid.
Nothing to my chalice.

Cheers,
Louis