Love is a questionable state
where all else stands aside and waits.
No appetite for chips or egg,
you’d rather get straight into bed….
And then you’ll leave the washing up…
that mug, a bowl, a plate, such stuff
to stumble into wild embrace
of complicated lovingness.
Will you at daybreak still be hot?
No, no, I fear, I dare say not
for lovers morning breath is foul
and last night’s make up
stains white towels.

Ruth Walters

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-love-or-not-to-love-6/