She was a goddess, a liminal deity of boundaries and of spaces in-between.
“Give me wine, men, and song,” she would say. Sometimes she would grin and say “Wine, women, and song would do just as well.”
Of course, she inducted me into the ways of love and, of course, I became wholly her creature. Her touch thrilled and, yet, drenched me in a frenzy of self-loathing.
When at last it ended, as it had to, and she cast me into the darkness, she gifted me a fine St. Emilion and a song I could sing forever.