"They go heads bowed on their agreement they exchange gestures press each other's feet in secret and sleep for each other from the height of their tears to their forgiveness they enchant each other each Tuesday with a path of ivy and slowness barely touching then madly mouth to mouth pressing her lips he tightens her scarf black as sex and blood red He already awaits her tomorrow in the shadows each morning suits their face changing from alarm to whispering when she enters his hope She wipes his tears or sings to him at night then they call each other animal or angel before words fail them long eyelids they seek each other beyond the body in cries and silences of ecstasy He stiffens his soul long in her all hair spilled" | |
© Jude Stéfan From: Elégiades Publisher: Gallimard, 1993 | From: Elégiades Publisher: Gallimard, 1993 |