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Delilah Against Myself
I want to wrap around you as tightly
as that spiral curl of mine
you've wrapped around your finger.
I want to cling as softly,
stretch as far, grow as much,
but stay as wild.
You say Don't ever cut it,
as your fingers lose their way in it
and you start to brush my hair,
as if I am
Delilah against myself.
You mean Don't ever change.
But you should know that I will,
just like my hair that kinks
along its genetically
predetermined course
twirling like strands of DNA
but which can be straightened,
colored,
cut and styled
any way I wish;
held up
for the part of me that's looking out
to see herself within,
whether haute coifed or uncombed.
You say I'll still love it when it's gray.
I think If I decide to let it.
~Annette Marie Hyder
Annette is a freelance writer whose credits include regular contributions to an international bridal magazine, short stories, articles, and many poems. Email.
© 2000 by Annette Marie Hyder. All Rights Reserved.
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