They go heads bowed Poem by Jude Stéfan

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