He loves her morning bustle round the house: <br />her dogged, daily war on dirt and mess, <br />in which he lends a less committed hand. <br /> <br />But he hates her when she looks at him <br />disdainfully, because his clothes are shabby, <br />or his shoes are getting old. <br /> <br />He loves her when she wriggles near at night: <br />he loves the warmth that flows between them, <br />through skin and flesh and bone. <br /> <br />But how he hates her when she turns away, <br />deliberately rejecting love - as if <br />her life were full of more important things. <br /> <br />He loves and hates and hates and loves her: <br />an alternating current is at work. <br />When hate's in charge, he simply waits <br />till love returns...<br /><br />Robert Melliard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-alternating-current/
