The Devil Clears Up a Misconception

People have got me all wrong.

They think I’m against goodness,

loathe it, am sickened 
by its very sight.

None of that is true.

My misfortune

is to love goodness

too much.

I need

to feel it

pulsate.                                                                              

So I take it in my hands –

whenever chance comes my way –

to press it, prod it, play with it,

and give it

a little

squeeze.

(It is in my nature, you know,

to be something of a tease.)

But it’s when the fighting flutter comes,

and the beating thing takes flight,

that wonder 
             takes over
and this devil 
                          delights