Dates in Milwaukee

*** begins in the mind. Intellectually, you court me at dinner. I realize I was doomed before I reached for my glass. It’s red, bitter, sweet on my mouth. The casual cruelty abounds. You are the culmination of my gifts, from art to literature, and it is my privilege to place that at your feet. Rather than the puerile fancies of mere gratification, you speak well; your experience our temptation and delight. Age and physicality pale beside power, intimacy and trust.

Tell me, is that you?