Will hath (gone) away and Cupid’s asleep,
Time’s not been kind to the one partner brand;
Whilst as young nymphs we vowed chaste life to keep –
That naiveté’s now got out of hand.
Open plus honest snuffed out his fire,
Where fidelity’s dream of us once warmed;
And so the general of hot desire
By creeping domesticity’s disarmed.
Went to couple’s therapy by the by:
Turns out not love but desire’s perpetual,
Classical sex a deux’s sweet remedy
For couple’s diseased monogamous thrall.
Came there for cure, and this by that we prove:
Love loves desire, desire requires no love.
Copyright ©Petra Reid 2014
Several months ago I took a notion to respond to all Shakespeare’s sonnets – in numerical order and using his rhyme schemes. (The other 153 can be found at http://mrslaydeeshakespeare.blogspot.co.uk ). But what now?