Forgive my fledgling attempts at this free verse thing. I'm posting this in CA as well.
I cast longing glances at the blade awestruck by it's simple beauty. Each loving caress of the constant unchanging hardness of the knife moves my icy soul to a more perfect marriage with the blade. My lips touch this loyal and worthy partner in what presages an act of primal union with this jealous lover. A quick, unfeeling motion grants me her kiss an ecstasy of anticipated delight brought on by her gentle touch that tenderly sliced into my flesh. With near sexual release her kiss eases my ache for the blade.