The Sacred Veil: IV. Magnetic Poetry
Eric Whitacre
The enormous need
Egg-ache whispers urging
Moon wind chanting like sweet languid honey
Sleep-swimming through sweaty summer
Dream mists.
The delirious girl
Woman goddess
Not yet a mother
But the spring life force is so near
What a bare symphony here.
I recall our gorgeous moments together
Beneath my heaving peach skin
Essential you
Like some diamond gift incubating
In love.
