Circling a Lonely Star

Time will tell
it usually does
why are we here?
just because,
Because the time
seemed just right
to spend a long
lazy night,

In this cabin
far away
from the city
a fine day,
To disappear
from other’s view
just me
just you,

Up the twisty
mountain road
overgrown
never mowed,
Hardwood door
old padlock
the key still under
the same rock,

Start a fire
with kindling there
take the ribbon
from your hair,
Kiss you gently
like before
drop our coats
on the floor,

Open a bottle
of Pinot Noir
from the back seat
of the car,
Water glasses
they will do
here’s a toast
to me and you,

Pressed together
by the fire
on the floor
our desire,
To rinse our brains
what others know
where the world
thinks we should go,

So we drink wine
we caressed
piece by piece
slowly undress,
Put more wood
on the fire
stoke the flames
of our desire,

Later on
in the bed
all the things
that others said,
Make us wonder
who we are
circling
this lonely star,