What is this forward retreat?

This unresolved knowing?

Drawn apart together,

needing and wanting.

Cooling, the heat is

wasted by wariness.

Distrust constructs the

armor; relentless.

But this cat,

tentative and timid,

may yet meet its fate.

For curiosity knows no limit.

Patience do not waiver.

It will come, the passion.

And then, again, a retreat? Or, perhaps,

At last, a forward motion.