Burning Hot Passion

Oriza Martins

This voracious flame that burns my chest,
It stuns me, it packs me, it agitates me in my  bed,
In misterious sweet tremors of pain...
It is a flavorful pain that leads me to madness,
That calms, that heats, that tortures,
Impetuous and chaste effluvia of love...

What are these so incoherent waves,
Of sounds and colors, forts, involving,
Of as many paradoxical flavors?
Perhaps my sensations that are deceiving me,
Or only my dreams that go packing me,
In my mature, sad, autumn days?...

I confess... 
... it is the shout,  the outcry, the explosion,
Wild feeling mixing with passion,
That I feel for you and it is so delirious...
That  only it calms when I sleep
And the world, the life, my pains, I forget,
In the magic landing of your loving chest...