My hand is on the wheel, foot on the gas
Going fast fast fast
You’re my fifth gear,
my forward
My flash through the streets
As I’m holding your hand tight
smiling at the speed that
life careens us past
Laughing, loving, and challenging
all the curves.
You’re my girl, my forever future
The woman I call mine
And you know I’m all yours
Pedal to the floor…
So roll down that window and
Let me see that long red hair flying
free down the avenue
Cuz No worries gonna
Find us at the speed
We’re going
No problems gonna
Catch the two of
Us as you sit next to
Me as we coast
The day away
So lean in and give me
That sweet kiss
And we’ll
Let the dust kick up
Behind us
Leaving it all gone
to be lost
Without a care
In a thing called
When.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
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
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.. 