Samson


I dream of the summer
when we slept soundly and so did the city
Like a doll, you never changed
The scissors mocked me
"Never to cut, never to cut," the blades chant

Your whisper in my ear,
"Don't call me love, you'll make me melt"
Like that, we swore affinity
The night the mice crept out from their holes
For the brie you left on your plate

We wore caps to sleep in;
The stars were falling on our heads
I heard you dream one night of the mice
They nibbled on our ears and sang softly of the wind
No one had responded to our "lost cat" poster

Mid-July, we awoke with cold sweats
To the fear of miserable failure rotting our dreams
Our anxieties wore us down to the bone
I, pulling my beauty and worries with every strand
You, taking each plucked hair back off my pillow

September made me bitter
August made me love more
The dull scissors under lucent bulbs
Were finally put to rest
Samson,
You cut my hair to give me strength, not take it away

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