At first a halo
Cherub-like to twist and turn,
A mass of fine spun golden threads
A crown,
Lovingly passed down.
Bigger now, you keep your mane,
My little lion man, a little defiant man -
He loves me, he loves me knot,
Swept up on top, or blown out in the breeze
A task to tease out in the bath.
I find you knotted up like tree roots
And wrapped around like twine
A knitted scarf,
As dry as November's leaves
And high as the spring tide
Wet down to your waist
And
Stretched
out.
Stubborn Samson,
This fleece drinks water like a shipwrecked sailor,
Meanwhile you are
Slippery as a jumping fish, out of my grip and
Diving
down
into the frothy seas beneath.
A tub of plastic in primary colours,
And foamy letters for spelling on walls
You are happy as a clam,
"In a minute, in a minute" you proclaim.
And then squirm, wriggle and strain...
Untangling this mesh is a slow act of love I perform
over,
and over
and over
again.
Stubborn Samson
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