FOUR POEMS
May 01, 2022
3 minutes
PHILIP METRES
Delilah
—after Gerrit van Honthorst’s “Samson and Delilah,” c. 1621
They’ve made a monster of me, marring my name
for eternity. I’m not Delilah,
but Laila. I loved
him. Each night, in bed,
after our bodies became one body,
he would succumb to sleep, resting his mane
in my lap. Dream
-starved, I’d wind his black locks,
their feathered curls, as if he were awho flew by means of his hair. How heavy
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