The Secrets of Love

THE SECRETS OF LOVE

My tavern keeper tells me secrets
that no one else could know.
He drinks like a fish, smells like a goat,
and laughs like a braying ass.
But, the secrets he knows
are better than the wine
that he serves me for free.
He knows the ways of love.
I think he may have even
written the book. One day,
when I think he is drunk enough,
I’m going to ask him.
I can already hear
the braying of his laughter.