you pleasured yourself as His scripture was read,

between sin and deed a mere wall,

you shriveled and moaned,

moving to the sounds of your loins,

elbows anchored in pillowed place,

you were meager in stature,

virginal in action,

your digression so eloquently performed,

elongating a life of misery for the sake of the act itself,

playing with yourself as if prescribed,

in a governing state of mind,

but alongside the musk of your sweat,

stood the candle you lit as sacrifice untouched,

almost unimpressed by your act,

how do you dare to replicate the fire of which it already emits,

pathetic even,

to watch you grunt tug and moan

with true desire burning right beside you

waiting for you to admit defeat

and surrender to its knees

a foolish boy amusing himself into a man