The wildness in you
Calls
Deep and longing
In the darkness
Eyes ablaze
you come
upon my camp fire
Seeking
What?
Even you do not know
as you approach
Hesitant
I stand
No fear in me only longing
For something
Long denied
I remove my clothes
and stand as naked
as you
Reaching out
I grasp your hand
Misunderstanding
You snarl
But I hold tight
Leading us both
Back from which
You came.
To the woods…
To nature
To the wild
The real
I give you a
Smile
Letting go of your hand
and break into a run
Not looking back
For I know you are close
Behind.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
The music in her was at first hard
to hear.
Until I stepped back and
just let her mind and body flee
from me,
Flying.
Her legs then found the floor
as her hips found the rhythm,
gyrating and winding,
the music flowed towards her before my eyes
injecting her,
setting up a syncopated resonance
within,
taking me away of what I thought
she was,
to the actual of her,
A wild whirling dervish,
a creature unbound in thought and nature,
Twirling.
A soul singing.
Fighting for a freedom
to just be.
Philip Wardlow 2017
I’m sick of percentages.
I’m sick of numbers.
I just want to be.
Balance is a just a concept
It is not the key.
Am I happy?
Am I sad?
Wait. Hmmm ..Let me do the math.
I’ll have a slice now please.
Wait. I can only have one?
Who the fuck made that rule?
Maybe I want another piece.
Extremes seem the norm.
Let me have my highs
My lows
Let me fuck it up and
make it up to you tonight
by giving you a rose.
The ratio of me to you and what
you mean to my heart cannot be
measured on scales or by a straight
edge ruler set against my life or
torn apart into segmented precise strips
and weighed in a cart to be sent
to auction and bartered for or bought.
Balance is an illusion that
Fools embrace to make life
Safe and orderly and put in
its place.
I want to take that ride
Where nothing and everything is possible
And it’s okay…it’s okay
to be that way.
There is no balancing on the
head of a pin, no precarious perch
I have to lend my life to or
Prescribe to until the very
End.
Just let it be
Unfettered, unshackled
Free.
by Philip Wardlow
Don't let the mystery of you go unknown
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 