dear delilah,

i want you to believe
i am as strong as samson
every time you lay with me
and unlock the thoughts
that are hidden
beneath layers of tightly woven locs.

i want you to think of me as a lion,
calmly walking through
a forest fire of mystery -
the king of his domain,
the ruler of ash.

i want to be strong enough
for you to ride on my back
and latch on to the muscles
that arch and bend to your body
when we make love.

but delilah,
it's moments like these
when i gain my strength from you
and the way your hair
looks in the morning,
tangled in my mane,
as you sleep.

it's you
who finds me in the wild
and brings me back home
when i am weak.