Poetry and Prose

In Vino Veritas

In vino veritas;
In this liquid I trust
To loosen my tongue
In remembrance of being young.
Telling tales of a rambling poet,
The bearer of buried secrets.
A weaver of worlds like a storyteller
Of truths hidden deep in a cellar.
Kept under steel locks and key,
These safeguarded pieces of me;
Reserved for a select few,
A soul for my own to choose.
So come and sit with me,
Stay until the daylight bleeds.
We’ll drink this wine and then
Drunkenly confess our sins;
List them by the number,
All while we lull
The moon to its slumber.

-D.A. Baker


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