Samson
Janine Canan
When I cut your hair off, it fell--
beautiful golden locks--away,
and for the first time I saw your face.
You looked fine without all that power.
I saw a gentleness I had never seen before.
Your mouth was sweet, your voice amber embers.
You warmed me with your words,
those coal like dreams through a long night.
Several times the sun rose and set again.
We were radiant, two lions, two laughing gods.
Your spirit felt like rain and mine like the desert.
In Canaan, in some future or formerly, we must have been one.
