he stumbled upon her one day, a perverted revelation
drawn to her
like the devil to sin
what stood out about her
he could see divinity in the arch of her back
that her moans permeated in his mind like scripture
verses of joy
conflicted, he knew lust was something not to partake in
in the pews next to families praying for success
he finds himself praying for her love
his phone still on, still replaying the scene

after all mary magdalene was a *******
his mary was there, anointing Jesus' feet
she only existed in the screen’s glow
a place where she lived in the same breath as the church
kneeling next to the altar, piercings poking through a nun’s habit
rosary wrapped around the curve of her thigh
a shaky breath, quivering body, a heavenly grip
a little death whispers in his ear,
bound to find pleasures in anything but yourself
he ignores the voice
he’s experiencing euphoria with her
hoping his prayer lasts longer this time