Não Canto Porque Sonho

I don't sing because I dream.
I sing because you're real.
I sing of your mature gaze,
your pure smile,
your animal grace.

I sing because I'm a man.
If I didn't sing, I'd be
just a healthy beast
intoxicated with the joy
of your vine without wine.

I sing because love entices.
Because the hay ripens
in your dazzled arms.
Because my body shudders
seeing them naked and sweaty.