Samson

( a love letter to M)

With you I long so much to feel safe,
like Samson lulled softly to sleep
in the sweet world of Delilah's warm and fragrant lap.

And would that he never wakens
to the stern chiding of the sun, his father with its cruel dawn showing
the shorn hair strewn across the floor,
and outside, the now pale morning moon
Whose silver light the night before led to the lamp-lit bedroom window.

Having ignored in reckless arrogance,
(but in my case, it could have been a desperate loneliness goading me on)
the ominous and stealthy shadows
of Gazites armed and waiting behind the diaphanous curtains.