White Or Red

wine, white or red

i Choose white,
light, crisp, acceptable,
like the woman with whom i dine.
plain, bleach blonde desires,
a closeted Facade,
only enough to not arouse
suspicion.
this fine couple
in a fine restaraunt
ready to live a long, unhappy meal.

i Want red,
lusty, deep, impermissable,
like the handsome waiter with whom
i pretend not to flirt
while she is in the restroom making herself beautiful
for a man who wants the deep,
scarlet eyes of the bearer of
hot bread, not the main course of this unhappy meal
but feeding enough to make the affair
livable.

by Brennan Arceneaux

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