Some Secrets Oh Dear, I'd rather we had some secrets. I'd rather not know everything you know, Or share with one another our regrets. Some may think it the path to love, but no. Why should I from you vainly demand truth, When knowing it would just cause me more pain? Or listen like some blissed-filled naive youth, While you explain what one could ne'er explain? I'd rather take you by the arms and shake, Till good sense returns to your lying bones! Just ride you till your mind and body break And measure out your punishment in moans. As long as I can in your eyes see love, Then there is little more we need speak of... Copyright 2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.