Tag Archives: passion

The Call


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

My Killer Girlfriend


 

Huntress

 

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

 

 

Burn


fire_woman_effect_by_chaz

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 2016

Kissing you Violently


Kiss
Kissing you Violently ~
This land is vast,
a kingdom of twists
and false turns,
full of dragons, goblins, trolls,
and all kinds of viciousness.

You are lost in it,
meandering to and fro.

Bogs, quicksand, dark woods
and sweeping storms rage
as you huddle in a hole
in a hollowed out stone hill.

Yet you travel on, for the storms
always settle for just a slice of time,
just a slice,
same as the monsters which stop in their
roaming, if only a bit.

Enchantments abound,
seemingly fair of nature,
always to turn to a curse
soon revealed,
as the invisible ropes
binding you deep on a pedestal
force a lucid sleep,
of nightmares you cannot place.

Knuckles bloodied
against a stone wall which
will never fall.

I punch.

See? Nary a chip.

So I climb…

Breath spent in exhaling
as lungs heave
with exertion
at muscles spent,
screaming with fatigue.

I find you sleeping.
Fitfully.

A beautiful wretch of a woman
The only kind I would
ever seek.

A Prince of Fools I may be
perhaps, but still a
knowing knight am I in the end,
for only a violent kiss
will bring you back to
life.

Not one of wishes
and hopes and dreams
or even love,
but one of a passion
to rival a thousand
wants and deeds.

And as I look to you
I am full of
violence
this day.

As I bend down
and kiss you violently
by Philip Wardlow 2015

Her Body –


reading

Her Body

I noticed her body after her beguiling faced walked in.

It spoke and sang to me with a swaying of heavy hip action.

If only I could dial back my desire then the stars would align,

but the god given geometry wrapping around that frame

would make a chaste man wonder why he went insane

as he saw curves creating arcs upon arcs

intertwining to manifest into shapes

only nature could conceive.

In the lovely female form

there’s a weakness

in me because as she

walks across the room

I continue to gaze while my

rapture increases knowing her body is

hidden beneath thin layers that only deepen

the mystery of a softness that is surely there.

What if I were to simply let my hands wonder

where they wish to go, to peek lightly with

fingertips in a caress down her naked back

with all intent to travel on if my bold

desires permitted such an act.

I know my place, but she

will learn my charms,

she will see my face,

and look deep into

my eyes and

wonder if

tonight I

am her

fate.

By Philip Wardlow

 

 

Embers in Transition – A poem


BurningPassion Embers in Transition ~

My nature has always been as bright embers…

clumped,  low and smoldering

always smoldering within me.

Never roaring, never a  conflagration

never wanting to burn bright,

to consume and conquer.

A fearful ball of flame, apprehensive

of overreaching its borders,

Self constrained and wrapped tight.

Hidden and held down.

I’m burning up.

layer by slow layer from the inside.

I need to let it trickle out

and let the air in.

Feed it,

give it what it wants….

So it can truly burn like

it has always wished

it could

From without.

by Philip Wardlow 2014