I'm acting as a man without a sense

I'm acting as a man without a sense
of rationality, I imagine her form
as more than what it is. She takes offense
to what I've said, my vulgar choice of words
ennobles her. She is the dogma I respect
and the institution surrounding me,
what I understand and don't. Is she unjust
in how she manipulates the world? Is she
an over-powering object like the bed
of love I'm falling in? The measure might
increase an hour to a day, I'm going mad
without her breast and discipline. The light
has nothing else to touch, there is no good
nor evil in this world of dazzled fools.