Pipe Dream

Drifting through Blewbury fog  
Drood elicits dreams  
The pipe drooping as the shadows close  
But the den doyene supplies the flame, and sighs  
"All will be well, gentle man  
Your demons are at bay  
Your desires caressing your brow..."  
   
Rosa gathers her innocence  
The long-stemmed radiance in her supple arms  
Drood relieves her burden  
Lowers her in the field  
Removes her petticoats and Sunday best  
She marvels at his manhood  
It's solidity and throb  
It's pulse as it parts her  
Penetrates a maiden's final defense  
The ecstasy is indescribable  
As she proclaims Pastor Drood her god  
   
Drood awakens  
Relinquishes the pipe and its cold ash  
The bells beckon  
Guiding him back to a gentler god  
Guiding him back to the flock.  
 
Suggested by Charles Dickens" "The Mystery of Edwin Drood"  
Photo of Robert De Niro in "Once Upon A Time In America"