Love passing through me
is a power
beyond my strength
the heart complains
sore from loving
and I ask for a truce.
I walk all
your surfaces
I barely live them
and I fall short
in expressing
all that you wish
and I even suffer
in delight
without translating it all
in your way
I, a shadow
was nothing
now I am half-light
you, a pure light.
Among
the objects
of the market
I cannot be found.
Hang me from the clouds
in pursuit of you
rise, soul, rise
wait, wait,
that the light
gives birth to me
and transcends me.

Translation of ‘De Amor #5’ by Karina Kalinkina