Shakespeare and I Canto 6

Shakespeare:
“O curse of marriage, that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their appetite.” *

I:
O blessed marriage of unmarried,
They wear the rings,
But passions sting,
To me ten have flocked,
Just for an erotic trot.

A touch here,
A dropped note there,
Perfumed with obsession,
A fondled coffee cup,
And that “look”,
Then between crimson sheets we cook.

I never chase young rings,
But never stop the rings of wed fashions,
To bring me their stings of lost passions.

O forbidden thoughts and desires,
The young married women on fire,
They give me their full appetite,
Of lustful and far from delicate,
Beauties of deprive--depraved imagination.


* Othello. Act 3, scene 3