I noticed her body after her beguiling faced walked in.
It spoke and sang to me with a swaying of heavy hip action.
If only I could dial back my desire then the stars would align,
but the god given geometry wrapping around that frame
would make a chaste man wonder why he went insane
as he saw curves creating arcs upon arcs
intertwining to manifest into shapes
only nature could conceive.
In the lovely female form
there’s a weakness
in me because as she
walks across the room
I continue to gaze while my
rapture increases knowing her body is
hidden beneath thin layers that only deepen
the mystery of a softness that is surely there.
What if I were to simply let my hands wonder
where they wish to go, to peek lightly with
fingertips in a caress down her naked back
with all intent to travel on if my bold
desires permitted such an act.
I know my place, but she
will learn my charms,
she will see my face,
and look deep into
my eyes and
By Philip Wardlow
6 thoughts on “Her Body – A poem by Philip Wardlow”
Love how the poem is shaped
Definitely intentional for the shape…kinda hard to write that way but it does bring home the form of a woman…:) ..thanks
Wonderful Philip. 🙂
Thanks Becca…I’m glad you liked it . What can I say the female form inspires me…:)
Your wordplay and form is what makes this poem what it is. . .Breathtaking. On a more perspective note (and IMO), Philip, it is very rare (in today’s poetry) to cross poems that reflect the overall beauty of a woman’s body when many tend to reflect only on the basic purpose of a woman’s body and the needs needing to be met by that body. Congrats \(‘.’)/
Wow…thanks for th great compliment on this poem Devlin….women are definitely meant to be appreciated in this way…I just wanted to express that…:)