ulanmaya
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  samson and delilah - mila d. aguilar
He was never Samson
But look, she’s cut off his hair,
Clean to the top,
Dirtied to the bottom.

Like he was her own
She has known him
Kith and kin to her
Most private past

She did not even have
To ask. She is he,
The gender doesn’t matter,
Long as the green buck’s

There, before her,
Glittering its golden aroma
Sweet to his tongue too
Hers as much as his

In their lust
Entangled.
He was never Samson.
_She_ was his ransom.


October 11, 2004
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