For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

A toy in blood?
I picture a white stuffed kitten
Paw deep in a pool of blood.
Or a tiny wind-up boat
Sailing through veins and arteries.
None of which would seem
To indicate affection.
Is a toy in blood meant to suggest lust?
I can’t quite wrap my head around it.
Violets and perfumes and fashion –
These words cleave together,
Can suggest the fleeting quality of something precious,
Something to be enjoyed quickly before it changes and is gone.
But a toy – – –
A toy in blood
I suppose one can toy with blood with touch –
The way a touch can bring blood
Rushing to the fingers
Particularly with the more sensitive parts of the body.
One could send blood hither and yon
Perhaps very quickly, with fleeting connections
Between them all.

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