"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 |
6 comments:
It is love, it is alive...
This poem and photograph take me so many different places.You are so wonderful for preparing this lovely sublime treat for my soul Diane. Thank you
Did these two crash and burn or did they make it? Is it just a poem anyway?
Hugs to you Vesna for being so nice to me.
the way I understood is that there is a certain void but they still have each other, I could be wrong:)
hugs my gorgeous
It's hard for me to understand it :) but I think I agree with Veki!!
Hi again Diane :).
Vesna you look at things with such grace...it's what I love about you!
Thank you both Vesna and Migue <3
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