I Was Hugging The Sun

I woke up in the middle of night - I was hugging the sun! It was very bright, yellow and flaming, its fire could stinch! Like a circle was heating me all, like the rings, all around, And it was so great to embrace that my hand could not reach. And from me - ricochet of the fire - was shooting it back, From the fiery cannon it beated a very strong blow, Which was suddenly softened, embracing me with fondling light, This love fire was sweet, languid gunning, and honey, and honied. I completely was drawn into her all again, like a magnet, And I tried to fight back, with a crash - and a clang even heard, As the click of a lock, and the ecstasy flame was metallic, And embracing was tight, we were narrowly merging with her, Watercourse was the sweetest - a tunnel, a superposition, Beating up of the poems or two little suns paraphrase? You have sent my blind burning to God, the Sun - so, could I see it? I dont know. But what I remember is ecstasy race.