Sanity Undresses

Paint a hue the exact shade

of cornflower, I am besotted

without caution to evil distilled

in her movement as she walks.

What distinguishes adulation

from loathing? There is no easy

equation: love and detestation

intermingle sans logic

and I battle begrudging

desire difficult to slake.

She swaths a careless path

with each wide arc of comeliness;

she cares not what precarious

obsession she invokes or

the tender infatuations she fells.

Beauty does not beget goodness,

heaven's failing at our conception.