Uncle, if you blame me for falling in love with you, why did you hug me when I was licking my wounds alone and make me covet your tenderness? If you never loved me, why did you control my love life and make me think you might love me? If you hated me for drawing you closer to the whirlpool of incest, why did you kiss me when you were drunk and make me fall in love with you so deeply that I couldn't extricate myself?