Heart

To love them, I went to seek my heart

In lands far, far away

In the vortices of time

Under stranger skies.

I tempted it with magic,

Tried to move it with the power of my mind

Subdue it with force and my iron sword

But my heart would not be moved.

I fear, it said.

I fear the knife

I fear the fire

I fear the crushing weight of you.

I returned hollow.

To love them,

I drank my fill of the warmth of their blood

And hid us all from the sun.

Äidille

You’re in my fingers

Where they, restless, worry the clasp of my bag

You’re in the lip I chew, thinking

You’re in my eyes in this dawn that is dusk

You’re in my heart, still.