While I'm somewhat confused, it seems that your poem is the never-ending dialogue between lust and love, their interconnection and the failure of those who try to separate the two.

Ron

Can't agree with Robert C. Pinckert. However... the presence of subtext in a writers work, whether purposefully done or mysteriously infixed, allows the readers an opportunity to glean from, or perceive, the substrates in another's work. Sadly, in my experiences, far too many readers, on posting sites, have little cognition of, or caring for, this truly beautiful component. Too many are only interested in the surface aspects. Instead of reading to grow they read to associate. Reading without cerebration. Skimming over the words to get a gist of what's being said to garner just enough understanding to offer the writer something threadbare in response. Thankfully not every contributor adheres to this bane of superficiality. Using an analogy: The only part of the lake that's visible is the surface. But the real essence/life of the lake is below the surface, and one must dive into the lake to experience that. Unfortunately far too many are afraid of the water anymore. Good insight, Odin. Enjoyed.
Peace and continued inspiration...

Thirst is a powerful thing.

It's not so much like that with me anymore - decided to go it alone, and feel much better that way, no obligations, no such hurts even, it's just meant to be. But this poem is very good and says it all