She kissed him. There was an euphoric mist between the two,
covering their eyes . It was, indeed, a state of euphoria -
the perfection of the heart has been converted to the
perfection of the lips, which in turn gave tongue and kept
them close. And then, as saliva mixed and drenched,
something had been perfected. Just as something had been
lost, a factory wheel clicked into place, registering a loud
noise to proclaim that it had finished its due course and
found its place. The kiss was intensified and then went
softer and more delicate, more prolonged. It went on for all
eternity, like a single thread of thought. There was no goal
to be found in old words - there was only a rose which
proceeded to be a rose. There was more softness than
ecstasy. It ended, just as surely as it had begun, leaving
residue that would never fade, and would remain sweet,
forever.