Fluidic Red with a Punch...

Parched lips are the result

of a conversation needed.

But honest feelings shared

go down like soured wine,

warmed by room temperature,
stale ingredients,

now in aromatic vinegar form, 

stench, and taste -

but true.

Honesty is dangerous to serve

when guests are expecting

a dissimilar flavor and conclusion,

wishing shallow water

had never been turned to wine.

The resolution to dole it out

waits in the heart of the host

until there is no other alternative,

no other refreshment to menu,

leaving company discontented

and momentarily offended.

Honesty’s appearance is deceiving -

fluidic red with a punch;

but medicinal and healing

when adorned in a clear vas

of kindness and love.

The result can be liberating

as the distasteful contents flow,

and truth trickles from each lip,

meeting in the middle,

kissing all assumption away.

Honesty’s meant to be served,

not just an ideal empty glass

ignored and left on display.

~2011 Vaughn Wood