if all i did wrong in this lifetime
was trust you,
you will send me to my grave happily.
Othello, your pearl!
Don't let it slip from your hands.
For what you claim not to weave
A spindle of death.
Don't fear the fault of your star!
Nor the fruits of death.
The sweet strawberries
Upon sheets of white and black,
run from Orange fate.
Othello is one of my alltime favourite plays. One of many gothic classics that I can relate to in many ways.
It's been a while since I wrote some haikus too!
The sensual curved line on the bed
The eyes: burning, red, leaking for reason unknown.
Private room for me and you.
Darkness quenching the need to hide the
lustrous actions ensued.
Accept your fate, useless strumpet, unrivaled *****.
Your garden grows quickly out of control.
Weeds in your rose bush, fence weighed down by
The last sweetness of
that will ever be given
A sweet relief for the world
— The End —