Telling my Shrink About My Kink

when I'm embarrassed
-which is often-
my face
turns the color of wine
 
one end of the continuum:
white zinfandel
blush pink
 
tolerable
 
on the other side
the side belonging to shame
major faux pas
humiliation
I turn merlot
 
embarrassing
 
so of course  
I blush deeper
cabernet
or even
syrah
 
I thought telling my shrink
about my kink
would render me at least pinot noir
 
But I'm older now
more comfortable with who I am
so I remained a pale shade
of chardonnay
chilled
well balanced
full of dry humor
 
i think it's going to be okay
 
cheers to that