but it warms to my touch
few things do
and wonder at its smoothness
its sharpness
small, thin, flat
very business like really
we have an unspoken deal
an equal transaction if you will
in my eyes
anyway
and i let it enter me
i touch it with my life
sacred
and promised
by my blood
the blade reflects the light
in the right angle
i can almost see
a fuzzy reflection
of a vaguely
familiar face
