forget-me-nots [h.s.]

~Prequel to Bleeding Hearts~

In sleep I heard him say "Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves."
And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
Cry "O sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard,
As if he plucked up kisses by the roots
That grew upon my lips, lay his leg
Over my thigh, and sigh, and kiss, and then
Cry "Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!"
~othello

Please read Bleeding Hearts first.