Philistines

“Out of the eater, something to eat; out of the strong, something sweet”

…so like Samson, you swore
you wouldn’t raise the sheers to it-
but while you sleep, i bind you up,
bowstrings and ropes and woven locks.
All for that soft thread of hair
encircling my fingertip…
…and so like Delilah, i smile
my mouth mimicking the curve
of her hips.