Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow
Somehow love became a testimony of truth or fiction
We accuse and both too defensive
The proof in friction
That pollutes our vision
What ensues are new bruised decisions
Love takes two but who’s forgettin
The smallest things lose attention
So I wonder if still saying “I love you” will loosen tension
Let me inhale your infinite effect
Your aura, scent, pheromones
Willingly I fall into the spell of your alluring glare
Enchant me with the orchestra of your vocal cords
Soothe my soul, ignite my spirit & set pace to my heart
Fill me with the taste of every lie & truth
Dispelled from the nectar of your lips, I’ll digest it as life
Cast me into oblivion with the vibrations of your touch
And I’ll gladly exist there eternally with the memory of us.
Notice me
Know this me
Know this thing
That we call love
Dopamines
Dope to me
Overdose..
I promise you a lot of things
I promise you, I’m honest…about a lot of things
I know the problems promise brings
The problem is…
That promise is the only problem worth promising.
I woke up and opened my eyes to iniquities –
Lies, cries, duplicity and insincerity
Despise, pride and enmity nearing me
Disguised eyes, chastised, surmise and the rise of enemies
In the absence of identity – Lord grant me serenity
Because Love Don’t Live Here
I know how it feels to lose it all –
Because of a mistake or have it taken from you
To withdraw – you don’t feel any part of your heart
Not that it’s breaking, it’s just breaking from you
To feel naked, vacant, ached and displaced
When facing something or someone adjacent to you
To lose faith – but that’s satan or your own creation
Taking up space so revelations don’t make it to you.