Thiago Ponce de Moraes - I RETURN TO YOU

I RETURN TO YOU through the dense
Cipher of my temples.
No one is speaking,
Once again,

A deep well.

I think of guessing your steps
In May.
There’s no rush
Or stars

That I can hear,
Only the far-off sleep here.

I throw my rope down
And beg for any image

The rope returns

You depart.