Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Last Cafune'

Cafune', the tender act of

Gently running my fingers through

The hair of one who me does love,

And trusts me as one faithful, who

Would never have cause to betray

Him to his enemies, who know

Secret of strength he does display,

That has caused them a lot of woe.

And so their chosen one I be

To help in their defeat him quest.

As I hold him, he says to me,

"Delilah, let me get some rest."

Samson, asleep, so not aware,

That for their bribe, I'll cut his hair.