Non-Erotic PoetryThe One Who Saved MeDecadent angels
have painted my sky
the color of watering holes
and elephants.
It was cupid himself,
black-winged at the bow,
who flew arrows
as clouds charged away.
No joyous trumpets
rumbled from above
like the day I reached heaven
in his arms.
God’s threat now lectures
the man who likes elephants;
the one who saved me
for rainy days.
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