Embrace me
with a quiet desperation
as we dance.
For the music could stop
at any moment.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Tag Archives: love
Fill up my time fish
Fill up my time fish~
She said, “Fill up my time
while I wait for something
that I can finally keep
to drop on by.”
He said, “You’ll do,
you beautiful thing you,
now hurry , spread your legs as
my want of you is almost up.”
You are my novelty for the day,
the week, the month, the year,
as my desires
run their phases like the moon
runs its course across the skies
a hundred thousand million times.
You didn’t know it, but you did.
You hoped, but you still did.
Our original sin, over and over again.
That seems to be half the fun.
Are we all hobbies? Habits?
Frivolous fantasies and disastrous
desires run amok?
Dear affections that grab us like
a child holding tight to a goldfish
in a brand new bowl.
We all know what happens to that fish.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Burn – A poem
Burn~
Let me learn you.
Let me take residence
in your mind
for the moment
and kick up my feet
next to the fireplace
inside of you.
Let me feed that fire,
stoke it…shift it,
sustain it as I warm myself.
What are the limits
you will climb to?
Will you burn the house down
to get to me?
Will you eat and eat like
a fire does.
Consuming everything
wanting more and more?
Go ahead.
For I will burn with you.
From deep red, to a pale yellow
to bright orange,
dancing and blinding
in the night.
I will burn with you
leaving nothing left
but ashes in the
end.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
The Zombie and the Saint
The Zombie and the Saint~
She walked in a disjointed gait
down a dark desolate street
thigh highs taunt and tight
on a withered frame
hollow and desiccated.
Held together by a tight black
skirt, and laced corset.
I approached to ask for a light.
Her dispassionate gaze
crawled over me, a hunger
was there, undefined.
Dull, Defective, Defunct
I shrugged, and moved on.
A cold hand clutched
vice like,
as claws dug
into me, desperately.
I looked to her eyes
and found a light
Bright embers burning
deep.
And took her home
Or did
she take me?
I will never know.
But should I really care?
For she saved me.
She was my Saint.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Take Courage in OZ – A poem
Take Courage in OZ ~ 
You have a brain
bespectacled girl.
You have a heart
as the tears flow.
You are on the road
even though
the yellow bricks
are all faded and
cracked
You are on the road.
Take courage
as the forest for the
trees
grow up and around,
Dark arms reaching,
menacing.
Its all they are,
menacing arms
Its all they ever are.
Take courage in the night
for the moon lights
your path.
The lions, tigers and bears
are friends
For who could resist your charms.
Oh my!
Who could indeed?
And if they did.
Well what kind of friend
would they ever truly
be.
Take courage in Oz
for you walk the same land
as them.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
They hide it well – A Poem
People,
they hide it well,
their fears and sorrows
as they lie there in the dark
thinking constantly of them
like a rain of dying leaves,
yet the tree never goes dormant,
leaves always falling
endlessly.
The shower cries a little more with
them in it…
The tissues strewn across the floor
like bombs gone off in a mind field.
The tension in the eyes, tight
like a highwire act…
Balancing, every balancing.
Survival.
It’s in them..
for the alternative cannot
be looked at.
Life.
It’s a wonderful state of mind
when you truly let it in.
That allowance for the little things
That smile,
That laugh,
A tender moment.
They only come once.
Don’t hide that as
well.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Her – A poem
Her ~
Her nature is fluid
a whisper
a scream
a jest
A consistent wanting
ever disguised.
How to cope with her?
Ha!
Now that is a trick question!
You do not cope.
You do not endure.
You do not wish.
Simply be,
like a kite in the wind
letting your tail be your anchor
as the breeze blows,
keeping you aloft.
Floating upon her currents.
You fly…
higher
and higher.
Never questioning
why
as you just enjoy the ride.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
I could say – A poem
I could say ~
I could say
I have been wronged
ten times over
and it drove me
creeping to the
state I am.
Punches came
Inflicted,
Left, Right, from you
from her, him,
from within.
I could say that…
But I knew.
I saw all the punches
coming,
and I just stood there.
and took it
That punch, then that one, and another
and the pain came.
It seems to like me
and I’m addicted
to it
Until I feel nothing else
but.
I could say I should
have bobbed and weaved
danced and played
with my opponent (s)
Been more of a fighter
than just a bag.
I could say a lot but
I can’t because my
lip is swollen shut
So I am waiting for it to heal
Then we’ll see
what I’ll say.
Philip Wardlow 2015
She Said – A Poem
She said ~
She said,
I am sick of crying….
I am sick of dying
inside
a little every day
and every night
because life
likes to throw
so much shit my
way
and I cant cope
as I try to lay all the lines
straight
and they just
become entangled
all the more.
Choices come cheap
she said.
If you allow them in
Chances can be taken
when you just jump
Change can happen
with but a whisper
of want conveyed.
So she said.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Snuggling
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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