Tears In A Cage

Everything is his! My fears, my tears. All of what I am physically and emotionally. I wait for Him just a word , a touch, the taste of any of His liquids! My suffering, my longing, my hunger and desire are all my gifts of love devotion to my Master. I live for the scent of him wherever he presses my face! The cage is painfully small. I feel my fear slipping towards terror as Master hoists me off the ground high, suspending me in this cold steel, crapped prison that He swings and spins me in. I watch my tears fall and hit the ground. My heart melts as he asks me why I cry.