This poem is from my book: Prose, Poems, and Private Reflections. 

Flush with your kiss Upon my naked breast, I roll in the tall spears Of summer grass Clutching, tearing, ripping With green passion Until my fingertips Resemble wild, yellow flowers The ones which are numberless As streaks of sunbeams The ones which are saturated With joy beyond conception 2nd Verse A circus of lost souls Flashes vividly before My startled eyes Like dieing embers They come and go - Back into the vast night There is no grief Left to speak of As cold voices flood An empty room I hear only the wind, Which blows through The tender, hollow reeds Only the thunder Of the endless summer skies 3rd Verse To the sea I will go To the beautiful Manifold arms Of the fathomless goddess Of the mystical sea