Hair

how does one know 

if her dancing there 

between the pillar 

where once Samson 

decide to bury his grief 

under bodies is done 

in the name of hell? 

if she’s Delilah then 

why haven’t I regret this

shaved head bare skin 

against the raging sun

sweat poured like water 

from that boulder

Moses hit with his 

cane twice? she tapped 

my shoulder twice. 

she opens her mouth and 

that is all it took to sow 

the seeds grow them 

to parables, I start to 

harvest hopes I can 

never afford, I said 

we can be each other’s 

Delilah, and I’ll keep 

your locks of hair

braided around my 

hand, a wrist ticket

for entering a test

I’m willing to fail