PIPE DREAMS
I apply a light to the bowl of my pipe
draw flame through the tobacco;
its secrets of pleasure are soon revealed
chasing the air in a pact.
We smoke together,
nothing can come between us
except time, never lasting forever.
On lonely days
I take to manicuring the briar
buffing it like an apple ripe
filling her bowl with new delight
then, once again I complete the cycle
light the bowl of my neverlasting pipe.
raypool
Sun 29th Sep 2019 21:15
Thanks Jennifer for your memories and thoughts, you seem to have an endless supply of responses to what I write, such a lift to the spirits I have to say. One of the few pleasures and a comfort to the troubled soul too.
Ray