an empty cabin in the woods

surrounded by nothing

but life

awaits him

green leaves high above his head

filter the sunbeams

into faeries dancing outside the walls

no bars on his cellphone

no reception on the television

only the muffled sounds of the classic rock radio station

a beer in his hand

would make this heaven

my lips

become

her lips

parted by

my tongue

my hands

unlock from

her hands

unlock

her bra

her breasts

call

my fingertips

embrace

her flesh

her hands

unzip

my pants

fall beside

her skirt

her vagina

wraps

my fingers

caress

her clit

my penis

enters

her mouth

moans

my name

my lips

caress

her breasts

push into

my mouth

her tongue

licks

my fingers

twist

her nipples

her voice

calls

my cock

penetrates

her vagina

her hands

pull

my face

touches

her lips

my ears

hear

her moans

grasp

my heart

our bodies

shake

our voices

declare

our love

as I try to study,

I find myself absent-mindedly twirling

            the ring on my index finger.

these florid loops of cold steel

            she left on my bathroom counter,

this small metal trinket,

            is all that’s left of our entwined fingers.

and oh how I loved her fingers,

the warmth of her skin

            that  flowed into mine,

her nails that lightly grazed my wrists

            and teased my open palms,

and her hands that fit perfectly into mine

            before she flew away.

as I try to study,

I find myself absent-mindedly twirling

            the ring on my index finger.

these florid loops of cold steel

            she left on my bathroom counter,

this small metal trinket,

            is all that is our love.

there was a time

when our feelings for each other

            were simply beginning.

and they grew in strength and beauty,

            like the ring’s silver waves

but now her passion has declined,

            as love comes full circle.