What was once my trusted companion was also my rival.
A stone cold heart ablaze, scorched from layers of empathy and love.
Frozen below zero and yet metamorphed to fury flame on summers.
Always on point and give a tip at the best of times.
Saving me from imminent peril.
Double edged at times, two faces reflected a mirror I always saw myself.
A future I wondered.
And yet what became a friend turned around as quickly as I moved.
My sword.
My sword now absorbed, absorbed inside my flesh.
I was close to my sword and at my side and now finally we are a fusion of eventualities.
A future entwined as so as our skins touched and causing friction against friction.
And now as you my old friend lay within my chest only you could ever touch my heart.
And so you do.
As I lay with my head leaning, gazing at your blade that never ages as you wait for me to
be born again.
To find my corpse and take you.
My friend and sword back to another journey.
My sword.
My cherry.
Blossom blade.