Am I?

Which man am I?  Generous?
Salacious?  Mendacious?

Should I cleave to my comrades,
Or leave off to chase redheads?

Combinations of thoughts confound.
If revealed, it might astound,
How the kind and the sordid
Chase each other around

My preoccupied, unsettled head.
Took the last train of thought
Just to see where it lead:
From soul into body, to adultery bed.

How can I be friends with you,
But be thinking of the things I'd do...

Internal armistice peace treaties
To ignore my senses' entreaties
Leave unresolved identities.