I smell the time.
This is not only a contact.
The sword makes a bifurcation.
In the splitting, she is in both places.
Ubiquity.
She touches the steel
and she sees how she does it
from another place.
Her smile becomes double.
The sword is so warm
that she can feel his heart.
Its beat is impressive.
It’s a gift .
Like the pulse of the soul.
Everything is for her.
Nothing less.
Her joy starts just after
the first deep breath.
This is the signal.
After that the love becomes deeper
and the smile has stars in the mouth.
His metajoy doesn’t finish the act.
Even after the end it’s still here.
For the holy rebirth of the sword of perfection.