of love and lust

in one's quest to define
as separate entities
the concepts,
that of love
and that of lust,
one soon will find the task
to be of great immensity,
a question all too many have had asked.

for given thought,
the problem is the line.
the great divide,
a fracture hair's wide.
it's often blurred
and yet it jars one's sight.
for all to often crossed,
it grows in might,
and leaves you stranded
on an island,
mainland out of sight.

and yet in truth - no absolute exists,
and thus the comfort of another's care
reinforced, by sharing each other's heat,
is often the arrangement one will find,
midst tired travelers
who settle for the night.

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