Do you believe to escape me oh beautieous one ?
You who seeks to think she can choose her own way.
My arrows fly faster than you could ever run think to run
Hide you say?
Escape from love’s sharp arrow is but a myth, whether it be unrequited, thrust upon, stumbled into, taken, or laid in siege, so shall you feel it’s thudding sting into you deep and anchored in full.
My arrows when flung seek only but the beat of the heart, so as long you shall live so shall it find you whether on the highest sunlit peak or the dankest deepest hole in the bowels of this dark earth.
I find you a prize worthy only unto me. You shall have no other I have decreed. Long have I sought such a consort for eons, for I have dwelt in perpetual solitude allowed only to offer love to the ingratitude of others
To be cursed and denied it my entire life is cruelty alongside the cruel.
I am done with all that.
So fly oh arrow, fly true.
Seek her heart, seek, seek, seek
Find my true love
For there is no where for her to run.
By Philip Wardlow February 10th, 2023
I am an imperfect man.
and she has a beautiful perfect
transparent heart
of which she lets me
hold in my rough hands.
Her heart is warm to the touch
never cold, for inside of it
it's full of fire, a fervor for life
I see burning bright, for her heart
is made of the most pristine glass
I see through it clearly
to the flickering flames within
that dance and dance
always before my eyes.
Yet I am flawed, and my
seeing leaves me sometimes blind
at the warmth and wonder of
her heart I hold in my hands.
I wish her heart to never break
nor the one to be the cause of
the breaking.
I hold it delicately lest to crush it,
yet not too firmly for it to slip
from my hands
I hold it with a willful assurance of self
as I marvel at the magical
glow that pervades from
within.
Her glass heart is stronger than it
seems, more than she even knows.
Tougher than any Titans mighty
blows could wrought asunder.
Her glass heart's unwavering
transparence
mesmerizes my eyes, for it is true,
so very true straight to
it's core.
and beckons for me to hold it
for all the rest of my days.
by Philip Wardlow , August 31st, 2022
She loves me without question.
Adores me in the fullest.
Leaves me wondering what she sees in little old me.
This sweet, wonderfully funny, bombastically beauty of a woman with her chameleon like gorgeous sexy, flourishing soul that beguiles me from her red hair to her dainty toes, from an arc of an eyebrow to the sway of her luscious hips in play, she always seems to get her way with every delicious day I find myself with her.
I have the clover, the horseshoe, the rabbit’s foot, and shooting star all wrapped up in her.
She’s my lucky charm I hold tight to, that magic that I delight to.
She is my wife, my perfect heart.
Forever my Valentine.
By Philip Wardlow Feb 14th 2022
A Broken Heart
Love let her down and pushed her aside,
it didn’t keep her company, it didn’t give her a hug
and it never chose to know her
A Passionate heart
She’ll fall into your arms
Into a full on embrace
Warming to a kiss<
To be wanted to be taken
Over and over
A Dear Heart
She keeps a love close
as a treasure finally found after
a millennia of seeking
Precious, Priceless and Dear
as she thinks the same of her own.
A Fearful heart
Eyes wide and brimming
hands clutching, gripping
holding tight
Voice imploring for her love to
never disappear
Empathetic Heart
She pulls the sadness and plights of others within her
exploding with a comforting
balm of wise words and consoling
A Humorous Heart
Raucous and irreverent
with an infectious fun
soul along with a smiling
laugh that others always
long to see and hear
A Delicate Heart
Strong yet brittle
A fighter yet fear filled
Hard willed yet may fall apart
in your arms in a moment
All her hearts want
is to love
and be loved, and not
to be precariously left
upon a shelf
and forgotten.
By Philip Wardlow April, 2020
Speak to me of love?
What do you know of love?
Did it grip you tightly?
Did it have you enthralled?
Did you chase it like a little
kitten chases a ball of yarn
tumbling down a long
flight of stairs never quite
catching up
until it all unravels.
What does a kitten mean to a piece of
yarn anyways?
I will tell you,
absolutely nothing at all.
If you truly wish to know the
secrets of the heart
let’s speak of lust,
love’s lost cousin.
A bewildered child of
aches and unknown needs,
a meandering fool of the flesh
thinking the reality of a moment of
soft penetrating touches
done in the dark
is all their is to
being complete.
But those sweet treats
are only ever
half the nourishment
the soul needs.
I will tell you this,
Love starts as a delicate touch
followed by a delicate word,
followed by a delicate intention,
followed by a delicate action
Over, and over, and over
a cycle never ending
never wanting to end.
Because the feeling
is too sweet,
sweeter than the sweetest
candy
and infinitely more filling
to the ache that sits
inside you.
by Philip Wardlow 2019
You get me good
when you draw
in close,
skin to skin,
simply because three inches
is just too far away
in bed
I’m yours, every piece,
when your eyes fill with
tears
As your fears
engulf,
thinking my presence
might fade or run.
My heart aches
in the best way at the love
I’ve stumbled into.
The catching up of my soul
into yours has
been one of the most singularly
beautiful moments
in my life.
My heart is yours to
keep safe,
To love,
To know.
and to
always call home.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Some days are often dreams
she wakes from,
half remembered.
Perhaps best
forgotten.
Tears are given,
gravity catching,
taken by a lover far below
the sheer cliff she sits.
He climbs to her,
tears clutched tight
Ever ascending
Slow, ponderously,
Inch
by
Inch
By
Inch
He is a patient man
looking up,
giving her a full
loving smile
There is no other
place he’d rather be
For the view is
spectacular below
and above
to the girl
he’s trying to
reach.
By Philip Wardlow
Well in a hundred years from now
They will attempt to tell us how
A scientific means to bliss
Will supersede the human kiss
A sub atomic chain
Will maybe galvanize the brain
A biochemic trance
Will eliminate romance
But why ever should we care
When there are arrows in the air
Formed by lovers’ ancient art
That go straight to my heart
A future sugar coated pill
Would give our lovers time to kill
I think they’re working far too much
For the redundancy of touch
But what will make me yours
Are a million deadly spores
Formed by lovers’ ancient art
That go straight to my heart
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
You’ll never have to sweep the floor
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
Come and be my wife
I’ll be true. To no one but you
If it’s a future world we fear
We have tomorrow’s seeds right here
For you can hold them in your hand
Or let them fall into the sand
But if our love is pure
The only thing of which we’re sure
Then you can play your part
And fly straight to my heart
If I should seek immunity
And love you with impunity
Then the only thing to do
Is for me to pledge myself to you
But they only dealt one card
So for me it is not hard
You’re the bright star in my chart
You go straight to my heart
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
You’ll never have to sweep the floor
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
Come and be my wife
I’ll be true. To no one but you
Songwriters: Gordon Sumner (Sting)
Throwaway –
You are tortuously pretty,
but that’s never been enough.
I shall entertain you for the night
and you shall pay, oh you
shall pay and you shall love
the purchase.
I will stroke your ego
as you hold it tight
and stroke mine.
But please don’t get attached to “it”
nor I
For I don’t have time for such frivolities
I will listen, I will see you, I will care
for that is who I am,
at heart
But you in the end,
you are
a snack, a mere morsel.
That could never satiate.
I will smile, I will laugh as appropriate,
and convey every nuance to let you
know where my interests lay, but really,
its all just a lie.
You are wanting
wanting of something I could never give
My heart, dear
My heart
Though it beats.
It beats free.
Free of a pain
I never want to venture
to ever endure
or see again.
I have thrown that possibility
far far away from me.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
***Character treatment for erotic novel I am writing this year
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she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Mind • Body • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Design, and Pottery
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
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