Delilah - Like Sampson

Like Samson, I was also strong.
Black-eyed since birth, I played along
until the mourners sealed with song
a youth not fit for history.

Like Samson, I was also clean;
not sanctified, but chaste, and green.
Alas, I lost the right to be his queen
when others took me first.

Like Samson, I was also sweet
like honey, and the things we eat.
I kissed his back, he rubbed my feet
and we made love like lions.

Like Samson, I was also young.
My hair inside his locket hung;
his name, the honey on my tongue,
led me to feel my weakness.

Like Samson, I was also cruel.
Forget a thousand men, a single fool
can kill the man she loves, and who will
tell her otherwise?

Like Samson I was also blind.
The contract made, his fate assigned,
and to myself the most unkind
when I let slip the scissors.

At last, like Samson I was weak
a secret joke, and he the party freak
chained to the temple at the peak
of strange festivities.

And yet, like Samson, I was strong
and, bound where I did not belong,
brought pillars down amid the throng.
I live to build anew.