Tag Archives: passion

The Gravity of Her

She is a force
an attraction
a passion,
a satellite revolving around the world of me,
a kiss filled with stars
that have never lost their
She is a meteor falling
Captured, I won’t let
go of.
She burns bright in my sky
My heaven filled
Gravity clutching,
holding down
the me of me
where I need to be
with her
Beautifully grounded.
as I kiss her in
in a nighttime rain
upon a lonely street
where the clouds fall
droplets compelled
Did they ever have a choice?
Did I?
Not hardly,
when it came
to the gravity of her.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

I Hunger


You walk the forest deep
Little Red
For I follow in my silent creeping
Oh, what a poor innocent creature
You be
Did noone tell you
You should not tread
these woods alone?
I have not tasted
one such as you in
A long while
My tongue drips
as I lick my
lips in anticipation
in making a meal
of you this morn.
Will you scream, will you run
Will you cry as you fall
fall upon
the ground
With me above
And you beneath
Snap goes
a hidden branch beneath my feet!
You turn,
Eyes wide,
Yet not afraid,
You move in close
Drawing me into
A warm embrace
With a wicked
grin bringing me
to the ground and
your open
You are no innocent
Little Red

By Philip Wardlow 2018

My Elemental


She is Fire,
warm, smoldering,
hot to the touch,
all consuming
and hungry.
A brilliant bright undulating red,
mesmerizing to
behold as her flames
Ever higher and higher

She is Earth
solid and nurturing
dark and mysterious
hidden and yet known
demanding and wanting
yet giving in full measure.
Rooted in wisdom, she grows in me
Holds me in the gravity of her,
planted deep.

She is Water,
Life sustaining,
A thirst quenched, a drought abated
A light cool sprinkle on a hot day
A swim in with clothes cast off
A river flowing, cutting through me,
meandering, delving into my secret
ways and passages of me
that only she could truly see

She is Air,
Felt as a playful breeze
kissing a cheek
As a moan through the trees
desperately searching for me
She often taps against my windowpane wanting to come in.
So I set aside the lock
pull up the pane of glass
and breathe her in
Then exhale
only to slowly breathe her in
all over again.

She is
my Fire,
my Earth
my Water
my Air.

She is.

If you Fall


The future
is an undulating
bright blue fluid,
opaque in
carrying us along
in seeming chaotic
Ever pulling
Ever churning
a sense of purpose resides in its
a earning
a conviction
creating a burning
In the dark
Of our lost souls,
but if you
should cascade and
Well, then I
I’ll soon
follow after.



by Philip Wardlow 2018

The Dance


The beat,
the beat,
it slipped
it bit
Then you
crooked your finger
your eyes showed
me that world
Of yours
All red and vibrant
Sex and Kisses
and whispers
And breath play,
decadent back rooms
where I snuck
In every chance I could get.
here we are.
Close in
while the music
wraps us
Binds us
I see the wonderment
of my previous
worlds thought forgotten
Just fall away
Into your
And I want to
follow it all
To the root of you
And dance
Til the end
Of my days.


by Philip Wardlow 2018

The Softness


You are the soft points
between the hard
The smooth curves that
trace my heart
You are a delicate
earning for more
with only a fingertip
of intention
caressing me
with a whisper
of a pained soul
reflected in my
ever sinking
Inescapably deep
into the softness
of all
that is you.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

What a Woman wants

What a Woman Wants~
She walks on by in her tight skirt,
as my brown eyes drink her in and
I say to myself, so it begans.
She smiles and I smile back,
I say hello in a way so she knows that
she matters in this moment to me.
I’m in engaged in her form, her voice.
Her smell of cinnamon must surely
taste like her lips if I were to kiss them.
I make you laugh as I tell you you’re the
sweetest girl I‘ve ever met and that I might just have
to take you home and put you on my toast in the morning
instead of my blackberry jam.
Would I be too forward if I took you by the hand
and looked into your eyes and told you to trust
me with  your whole heart as I wiped
away a tear from the tale you told
me of your last man.
You see, I see you.
I get you, I see your quirks,
I see your moods, I see your passions
and I’m right there baby
Right next to you and I’m
not going anywhere
Now come over here
and let me show you
what love is my
By Philip Wardlow 2017

The Call

The wildness in you
Deep and longing
In the darkness
Eyes ablaze
you come
upon my camp fire
Even you do not know
as you approach
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
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
Letting go of your hand
and break into a run
Not looking back
For I know you are close


by Philip Wardlow 2017

My Killer Girlfriend




I knew the moment I spied you

that the devil lived behind those blues.

How long ago did you trap him, for

I see he’s itching to play.

It’s clear from our encounter,

your a girl who  can handle her boomstick

when it goes off with a kick.

Your grip on the gun is tight but loose as

silver bullets fill it, along with a gleam.

You smile that smile that I could die for as the

full moon rises, and

the day descends to glorious night.

My hand takes yours as we roam

the dank castle far beneath in the catacombs.

I’ll take the hammer,  you take the stake

as we take out a vampire or two on our first date.

When other monster’s wish to interlude upon

our first kiss your casual air and

sadistic flair with an axe

cannot be denied as the crimson droplets fly

in the midnight air….Oh, I think I’m in love!

Let’s not dawdle, let’s not hesitate in our fate.

For we have a rendezvous, me and you, and it involves

Frankenstein and the Wolfman’s  heads

on a plate.


by Philip Wardlow

I will


Art by Pino Daeni
Art by Pino Daeni

I will not like everything you do

but I will still like you.

I will not love the moods you

fall into but I will

still love you.

I will see you as you are;

imperfect, unpolished, lost

but I will still take your hand

and squeeze it, letting you know I am

right there with you on that path.

I will laugh when you laugh, I will cry when you cry

I will hurt when you hurt,

through all the years

that we have left on this earth

I will.

There is beauty in you,

so much beauty

Like a child that sleeps

and dreams

of play and magical places to roam

and beasts to wrestle and hug

I will always be watching

you dream.


by Philip Wardlow 2016