I know I am bait
on the deep dark blue
I paddle and wait
I splash…intentionally
I cut my calf to bleed
a bloody trail
on the currents that carry me
Never a warning given
BAM
I fly
air is my only friend for the moment
as I descend
Splash….stunned.
I know it will return…
shortly..very shortly.
For it has plunged,
deep
to rise …rise… rise
right underneath.
To finish its meal.
I can’t see, I can’t see
below into this bloody
dim sea.
But it’s there rising fast.
It’s there.
Rising to meet
me.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
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A Delicate Strength~
If I called her delicate
She might well give me
a dark eyed glare
and haul off and try and hit me
Then I would laugh
and push her down
Arms restrained
She would fight
Oh yes, she would fight
Tendons taunt
against muscles she
couldn’t hope to overcome
But I feel her strength
a quiet marching strength
in her soul.
It pours off her in everything
she says and does.
But she has a delicate
nature
For her heart has been strained
Pained beyond belief at times.
Yet she hangs on
through that strength at
her core
I feel it as she struggles against me
As I smile my mischievous smile
and get her to smile along with me
in that struggle
And let her win…
by Philip Wardlow
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Hole in the Sky ~
The winds whipped by
enscrolling her in a magical
caress
and continuing
onward.
Flirting with desires,
and compulsions to go aloft.
To soar on currents
unhindered,
free
from the
constraints
prescribed
by souls
that know her
not.
Trapped.
Planted.
As rooted as a tree
deeply confined
to the earth
She was meant for
the heights,.
the clouds,
strange lands
and forbidden tastes.
Never known.
There is a hole in the
blue of space as
as the sky misses
her,
for she was always meant
to fly.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
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Head to chest
she lays upon him
his heart beats..loud and clear
in her ear.
Strong hands idly rub her soft skin
in an embrace
of familiar affection.
Skin to skin.,
warmth projects
from within to without
and commingles.
A comfort.
A contentment
that cannot be contrived
or bought.
It simply is in that moment
what it is,
a deep snuggle and
a small world
all her own
with him.
By Philip Wardlow
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Kissing~
Soft but insistent…
mirroring , playful yet sensual ,
wet, probing and tasting with tongue
just ever so lightly…
heated and wanting…
pheromones and testosterone exchanged in the mingling of saliva
exciting synapses
and releasing of endorphins…
ah yes…a Kiss
by Philip Wardlow 2015
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Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 