I Was a Liar
after Delilah
It was your hair
I wanted. The heft of it.
Its rain beating down upon me
until I shut my eyes,
lids seamed with wet and glare.
The betrayal,
that came later –
an animal inside me bleating.
I muzzled the noise.
I smothered the silence.
My wild risk, my white lie:
God was with you –
I always knew that –
even when they strung you
up like a star,
blind and shorn.
You fevered through me,
those nights you hung there,
a split flesh, spasmodic,
forking.