Marital Truce, Conjugal Juice

Men from the martial planet Mars, versus We, women from the virtuous Venus, Long in covert wordless wars to discuss Way out, change there’s in focus nor status. For feigning love aimed just at carnal sex, Man for long’s sharpened his pyrrhic war axe, Whilst to get loved the fair sex’s paid tithe-tax, Both pretend peace whilst battles wane and wax. Should one believe what an expert sayeth, Conjugal life courses on a feigned faith, The two fight until truce comes to catch breath, But liberation scarce cometh ere death! Till then prevails there an uneasy truce, Marital truce leads to conjugal juice. ________________________________________ Sonnets (Tongue-in-cheek) | 01.08.2005, revised July 2023| marriage, sex Poet’s note: An atypical rhyme scheme using just three rhymes: aaaa/bbbb/cccc/dd