"Samson, of Delilah"
Because those arms are quicksand
And that tongue a tongue of fire,
I let go of that slick hand –
Because those arms are quicksand.
Between those magic hands I cannot stand
But melt, as the fire licks higher . . .
Because those arms are quicksand
And that tongue a tongue of fire.
Karen Hathaway Pittman is an award-winning poet who is currently compiling her first book-length collection of poems, The Awful Colossus of Longing. You may contact her at ltpkhp@aol.com.


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