I  love my wife, she is my knife

The knife is my only true wife
She goes everywhere with me
Wherever I go
I take her with me
We do it together
We are synchronised
Poetry in motion

I strut, she cuts
I kiss, she kills
I kick she flicks
open

I like how she feels
I share her with people
I show her to their neck
and their hands and their arms
She caresses them with cold contempt

I love my wife, she is a knife
I love to dress her up in red
and watch it splash her head
Red all around her silver face

She's so easy to use
She never ever shouts at me
That one died first
She never leaves me
That was second
She never makes me jealous of her looks
He was third
Fourth was just in the way
I just wanted to play
She subtlely serenades skin
and then her teeth sink in

I love my knife, she is my wife.