Painter and Angel

Familiar,
it's all so-
He's so familiar.
The caress of his hand,
whispers of old memories,
his lips, thick, with passion
still hot from times before.

The smell of his paint,
never changed,
still the artist I knew beack then;
it's so familiar,
he's caught me...
all over again.
His arms, bands of security,
they'll never let me fall.

A sweetness surrounds us,
fills us,
still like heaven,
the pounding of two hearts in synch.

His voice,
so loving,
sweeping me away...
to where we used to be.
Love like this won't fade,
it can't.
It all lay dormant, sleeping deep,
waiting for him to catch me again;
now he has and I can't let this end.

But a world away's the reason,
that I should make this stop,
and angels love,
pledged all to me...
the love that saved my broken soul.
It's he that waits to see my face,
he who'll never leave.

For him I've fallen completely,
for him I'd die,
for him I'd walk...
a thousand miles to see his face,
just to feel his angels touch,
if only for a single second.

His love is stable,
unending, healing, always...
all for me.
When nights are cold,
or my world is dark,
and when it all feels dead;
he's there to save a soul,
my soul,
one I'd thought was gone.

I love him,
that is certain,
no-there's no denying that.
Without him this life,
my life,
would have ended long ago...
and yet,
here I am,
following whispers of love past.
Ghostly murmurings of what had been,
and I ignore the pain.

All the pain from these lips on mine,
All the hurt from out this touch...
darkness spread from love dissolved,
when this painter,
my painter,
ran through his work...
and vanished to another world.

Then all of a sudden,
he comes back,
and catches me again, like this...
And my love,
for my angel,
completely disregarded for this kiss,
for this touch,
for this fall back to my past.

Half for Painter,
half for Angel,
my heart cannot decide...
but here's this guilt,
this gnawing pain:
how could I do this to that sweet angel?
How,
do I turn back to this painter,
who hurt so badly when this heart was his?
I don't know what to do.

Heart in Limbo,
in Heaven,
in Hell,
my faith confused...
my painter?
My angel?