I don't ever wish to come home and not truly see you or not want to.
I don't ever wish not to be truly seen by you or you not want to see me.
I don't ever wish for all our bloody car load of resentments to ever cause us
to drive off the road over a cliff into despair, anxiety, anger or despondence for each other.
I want contentment in one another to be our loadstone, to pull us towards the mirth in life, the tranquil moments, and to delight in the delving of what made us fall in love, and to always be ready to be jubilant with another without fear, judgement or reproach.
I want you to fall into my arms and for me to fall into yours, lovely, tenderly, for all the years down the road together ahead, flinging resentments to the wind out the car window, and holding fast to each others hands like new lovers on a magical trip, seeking new discoveries around every bend.
by Philip Wardlow August 21, 2023
If I think too much on losing her, my
body goes taunt and tight,
muscles as rigid as a high wire cable,
then shaking like a nervous tightrope
walker traversing a great height.
Why would I lose her?
Everything will work out fine.
Love conquers all. Right?
"Love" did conquer all once and she
left me.
I didn't seem to be mean too much to her at the end
Am I now? Will I be in a month, a year, a decade?
Will she give up on me?
Will I be to blame?
Does every past failure
play a part in a possible future one
or the success in
not losing you.
With wisdom found.
What makes me special?
What makes her say to herself,
I shall keep him for all my
days to come no matter what
I guess I do.
I make her want say to herself,
I shall keep him
And so I shall always
keep showing her
she wants to say
I shall keep you.
By Philip Wardlow August 2023
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.
Why don’t we buy a house
and call it our home
Live in it til
we’re gray and old
and the toothless dog
can’t chew his bone.
Why don’t we just let go,
pour it all out,
the fears, worries, and woe
Flush the toilet
and watch the shit
spin away forever gone.
And if backs ups
we plunger that bitch
until it drains
away.
Why don’t we
stoke the fire,
pour a drink at the bar
pet the cat as it
curls up close.
and yes that was a
euphemism for sex
meaning, let’s get it on.
Why don’t we
trust in us.
In that wonderful thing called love,
know it’s forever
bought and sold
no returns
rip up the receipt,
the stores closed,
out of business,
torn down.
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 