MY SAVIOR

My savior offers me escape

From a world of fiery emotions, disdain and

Broken promises so I flee to her bosom of

Ironic tangents and supple, sensual innuendos.

In her speech of hidden words and

Convoluted meanings I sense a

Twist of fate.

In passing, we sneak glances at each other

And see what is good.

At times I am a victim of

My outreaching heart, longing for repair

In its connections. In past emotions, I sought

Everything and nothing. I aimed Cupid's arrow

At misbegotten targets too general for focus.

My savior offers me a target: a roving bullseye.

We laugh and gaze at each other--and see what is good.

At my savior's side, I dismiss

Pain and anger; she misplaces doubt and fear.

Once lost, I find myself in a sermon of

Praise and direction.

Then my savior reaches out to me in silent pain.

We hold each other with courage and hope,

Exchanging roles, once a pupil now I am a teacher.

We march the road to connection;

I feed on her need for me.

We trade glances and see what is still good.

(c) Angelo Bell 2012-2013