i've never been all-too interested in biblical stories, but ever since seeing a painting of samson and delilah hanging in an art museum in Dresden, i've spent ages trying to track down the same image online.  i don't remember the title, artist, or name of the museum (which makes for unlucky searching), but i have, in the process, fallen in love with all artistic representations of the pair.  the painting above is one of my favorites; there is a slight sadness in delilah's eyes, and the delicate way she holds the scissors shows a beautiful hesitancy.  

coincidentally, "samson" was one of the first songs by regina spektor that i ever fell in love with.  i remember distinctly a night in prague, walking through the city after a bottle of wine with one of my dear friends.  we stood on a bridge looking at the twinkling lights reflecting off the water, and i was singing that song in her ear before i kissed her.  it's a sweet and sad song, and every time i hear it i'm transported back to that place on the bridge, the stolen kiss, the taste of wine and the feeling of being bigger than my body.

You are my sweetest downfall

I loved you first, I loved you first

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads

But they're just old light, they're just old light

Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed

Told me that my hair was red

Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed

Oh I cut his hair myself one night

A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light

And he told me that I'd done alright

And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light

And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light