Grief to Lust

[busker]

From grief to lust, a flea’s hop,
and a plague is planted,
the dead are forgotten, merely bodies
yet a man in rut is only a body 
in search of its opposite.

The necrophiliac’s impulse isn’t nostalgia .... I find this second strophe weak 
but a circus leap over grief
though the lack of corresponding heat
should give him pause.

Grief is not hard-wired in like Lust’s daughters ..... again, (I assume) Lot’s / Lust’s daughters have nothing to do with grief 
but a daylight succubus, happy to give way .... confusing to follow here. Grief, not lust, is a succubus. One could easily think otherwise.

until lust fails.  Then back he comes, ..... the repetition of “lust” doesn’t do well 

smiling like a skull without a jaw bone. .... the allusion escapes me

Overall, I think a brilliant opening strophe is let down by the ones that follow
But still, well written and thought provoking. Thanks for posting