How sick I am Of Fantasy. My pilgrim soul Seeks refuge In your flesh. And plunging into you I need to look into your eyes And feel your heart beat As you merge with me. And flesh on naked flesh, Resilient, yielding, Receiving, giving, Restoring, healing, Rollicking, ribald flesh, Responding, glorious flesh, Your grappling limbs enfolding me, I breath your breath And taste your essence. If I could hold you For just one night, Then ever after I 'd be content, To remember That one night With you. This is one of many poems I have written, while lying on the sand, listening and watching the waves come rolling in. Great past time of mine. This poem was dedicated to some one very close to me.