Odi et amo

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.


My arms and legs
A cross.
Tied, held in silent torture,
One handhold glows red and fiery,
The other misted, iced and frozen.
Each foot rests on metal steps
Similarly tempered hot and cold.

You ask me why?
My legs are parted, open for You,
Do to me as You chose.
I am Your slut, Your slave, Your concubine
Without reason.

I have offered myself,
Chosen this
Consciously submitted,
So bear the heat and cold,
I writhe in agony and ecstasy
At Your objectification
Of me.

I feel.
Held in this state
Immobilised by Your control.
Crucified and so alive.