Adored

Just wild enough
To be disowned
By the preacher
But not wild enough
To be accepted
By the adored
He with the eyes
Of smoked indigo and
She with the skin
Of blanched almonds

I was never
One to worship
False idols or otherwise
Content with my
Own merry band
Of misfits I found
Beauty is broader
Than the adored
Could ever fathom
And let them be