I am flat on the rock table,

Arms and legs bound in outwardly,

Scattered directions.

My bare skin tingles with chills,

Quivers with each gust of air.

I am flat, lying open before you

And the gods above me,

Waiting, expecting.

Your wandering eyes scan my body,

Your soft touch marks the place

On the skin.

Finally the sharp, stone blade

Is raised in the air,

Ready to slice deep inside my flesh,

Exposing me inside out,

The beating of my heart,

Sacrifice to the temple of your love.