Enhaling Your Words

Oh, the morning staggers as I dress
preparing for me to enter the fray
As long as I can get a word from you
I know I'm going to have a good day.

From frazzled night to sunrise
I swam in the moment with you
feeling the lift and spread of your fog
laying softly like morning dew.

Your send off allows me to face
whatever there is in the way.
Boldly, I step out to the world
enhaling you thru out the day.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

"Fusion"
(A Collab)


I thought of fusion between us
ten thousand unspoken pleasures
treats of a magnitude so great
far beyond ability to measure.

What keeps me coming back
to you in these moments of time
beyond hope for tomorrows
our yesterdays filled with rhyme

Each eye contact adds more
to the pile we have in stash
and no matter the subject
fusion blows to passion's crash

Some sort of addiction, I suspect
an infusion I can't live without
a high that crashes heaven's gates
with desire permeating throughout

Rising like vaporous fog
a cloud of lucious fumes
the fusion between us
rises like glorious blooms

We decorate the universe
with petals gently falling
rich with scent in rainbow hues,
and melodies ever-calling

Sleep, an escapee of mine
desire wrestling with need
to hell with it all tonight
I'm wallowing with you, indeed

This thing's beyond my ability
to figure, reason, or guess
so in dreams I'll continue to appear
whispering one word . . . "yes"


DelCano, November 2005
Naia, November 2005

Back To Youth

Touching

the silk of your skin
forever tells the truth
heartbeats, like yesterdays,
tingles me back to youth

vapors from the storm
created from within
clamors for relief
as you touch my skin

Feeling

the rising tide mixed
with ever growing lust
excruciating desire
wanting you, a must

the shortness of breath
with its panting sort of tune
sings notes to the song
accapella duet coming soon

Riding

each increasing wave
tossing sensuality's feast
a salad of ecstasies mixed
served for reveries increase

murmuring chants
bodies flailing thresh
praying to the gods
of burning heaving flesh

Baptized

in sensation's grip
violent pulsation
wears to a calm
of pleasant sedation

flashing moments
blinding starry lights
scale the heavens of
true passions delight

Absolved

of all the needy whims
lust paid the fee and toll
worshipping the idol of you
buried within the soul

Touching

the silk of your skin
forever tells the truth
heartbeats, like yesterdays,
tingles me back to youth

Del Cano 2005 Febraury

I Shall Give

I give direction to the moon
swift currents of passion's fire
blushing from your golden currents
reveling from our endless desire.

I bring with me unsatiably
the balm of sensual lotion
caressing auras lingering
without a fleeting notion.

My tender beloved,
I'll dip thee to the depths of ocean's love
cloak thy soul in raiment
fitting for royalty like a glove.

I bring kisses lined of gold
pluck moonlight from thine hair;
transcending thoughts of joy
as we sail the skies up there.

I bring thee marvelous sights
and drape before thee hues
from far distant heavens
scrumptious mountain views.

From star to star we'll dance
twirl round and round in glee.
Plant magnetic touches
bursting wide and ecstatically.

Drive your passion to limits
never known again the same
ten thousand violins shall play
each time I whisper your name.

And like the moon and sun
glowing forever and complete.
I'll sprinkle stardust in your hair
and place rainbows at your feet.

DelCano 2004 August

O Love

Precious one! Dost thou know your
presence is the reason I am?
You are the answer my soul craved
I had plunged into the deep abyss;
Shadowing my empitness and pain
from the darkest of hours, though
mine eyes be blinded, my heart
saw the tiniest twinkle in the distance;
And as I began to believe,
thou had not forsaken me,
the light grew well ordered;
O, my beloved, you, light of my soul,
burst forward from the minuscule twinkle
to a magnificent shower of stars.
You, an "instrument of rhapsody",
forever cloaked in the sweetest of song,
lay before me, ever more inviting.

Your presence ravishes,
long vanished days
the deepest of my senses
and singing a song which mellows
more each time your kisses pluck the strings.
You, my my deep ocean of love, hath saved me.
I can do no less than utter theses murmerings
perhaps shout, "O LOVE! Sweet foliage exulted".

Might we, hand and hand, dance and twirl
before the heavens, singing of our joy
and spread LOVE to every corner of all worlds
prepared to fly forever,
following the moon?

Del Cano 2005 June ( Edited)

Fleeting Will

I have considered thee free;
"fleeting will" upon the horizon.
Shall I step back and feast
in thy glory or just be bathed
in the aura of your passion?
Shall I reach for the touch
so often missed,
yet a wave
fluttering from a midsummer's night.

Ah, the question!

Had I touched thee,
cupped thy chin in my hand,
whispered glories of love,
would you have stayed to share?
Or, would your desire to leave,
once more, drive me away.

Drive me to the mouth,
the mouth of the valley
to once again lay in wait;
to glimpse thy soft spirit
flowing by.

DelCano 2004 April

Ignorance Prevails

Ignorance prevails
in the mind of a fool
who reads not or studies
but think its cool

Fast to say that others
are wrong to step beyond
the label of ordinary
all else is a junk bond

I see the fool by the road
refusing rides from folks
who disagree with him
a total cog in the spokes

See the world thru
tinted colors to say the least
anything which makes sense
is to the fool a beast

Refusing to see the world
thru facts and figures plain
Reality to them is not a plan
something no one can explain

Reality passes by, always
yet never really reach the point
the fool misses the whole thing
as if forever stoned on a joint.

The fool gets forever angry
snaps when others see what he can't
and goes to his best defense
just start to raving and a rant

Goes berserk when thoughts
are not within a neat box
to gain a supposed advantage
drunk from fallen from rocks

A really sad note and a shame
ignorance breeds even more
won't allow anything else to reach
into that hidden store

If they dont know then it aint so
nothing is allowed in an empty space
when they close up and ignore facts
reality presented to their face.

Then they question reality
it suspends out in the air
not touching the rest of us
it simply dangles there.

Another obvious foolish trait
is to hang on to a dying part
no reasoning to make sense
just clutching with all their heart

Its said all the world is a stage
we should all play a roll
but the fool hangs on to ignorance
as if never had paid a toll.

When one points out a truth
from evidence spread in front
they ignore the facts of all of it
and insert a blocking shunt.

The fool blames the world
everyone else for their falls
Never allowing a thought
beyond their limited calls

What makes it more a damn shame
when the fool happens to be Black
they help to defeat the rest of us
by helping to hold us all back.

Wallowing in abstract ignorance
the fool keeps a real closed mind
and their lack of openess
is a killer of the worst kind.

I reached out to a fool
tried to love and respect
but the emptiness prevailed
and all was a total reject.

The fool I tried to reach
wants to run over seas
when they do that country will say,
"go back, please".

The simplest of thoughts
is only good enough
any mental computation
is tragically rough

As much as I wanted
to serve up a loving hand
that fool clings to ignorance
in a closed mental land.

So I'll respect the position
set out my colorful sails
just accept in the mind of a fool
"Ignorance Prevails."

DelCano 2005 July

Cheap Novel

Like a cheap detective novel
case solved in chapter one.
'Cause the editor says so
write on till he says its done.

Go find something to thrill
more readers of the book.
Words to make them read on
and to take another look.

Find some sleasy fella
to make all who read hate
his actions yet they thrill
and make our mood satiate.

Locate some wild woman
to join him in the fray.
While stumbling thru life
in her own sloven way.

We read those type novels
to liven up our own thought.
Pretending as we wallow
hoping not to be caught.

Yep, them cheap novels serve
a purpose even still.
Like when I write of lust
and lots of our secret will.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

Lonesome In A Crowd

Though I had a house full
of relatives and friends
something seemed a mist
all day at my wits ends

Oh, there was a joyous time
overeating and telling lies
listening to tales of the year
while nibbling on the pies

I was not really with it
flashed smiles all day long
inside I felt down and low
mulling over you being gone

Felt lonesome even tho
I kept a house full of folk
laughing and enjoying the spirit
often felt as if I would choke

Being lonesome is sad
even with a crowd around
and not even one voice
gave me that familiar sound

I put on my happy face
chatted along with the gang
my my no matter what goes on
missing you is a lonesome thang.

DelCano 2004 November

In the Same Spot As My Dream

I found you waiting there

in the same spot as my dream;

in weatherd gown and blush

yet sparkling love supreme.

I whispered to deaf ears

stumbling thru what was.

No better explaination

needing you, just because.

I found you waiting there

in the same spot as my dream.

Nearer to my heart than any

ready to build a new regime.

Seeing answers in your eyes

there's nothing left to be said

knowing now we can start

a brand new lovin thread.

I found you waiting there

in the same spot as my dream.

Yearning for all we missed before

at the doorway of love supreme.

Del Cano 2005 May

She Writes Forever


She writes forever in my heart
touched the fibers of each cell.
As I reached the embers burning
encountered stories I needed to tell.

Difficult words needed forming
so hard to bring up the meaning.
For all I faced in sensitivities
love was my prop for leaning.

She touched many places
had no knowledge was there.
As she beamed her forever eyes
was startled by her loving flair.

Never less than stunning
always encompassing me.
Reaching without effort
waves of a pleasant sea.

I see a satiate fulfilment
always welling my heart
as well a continious flow
of passions gripping tart .

She is forever dessert
once the meal has been served
I stay so swelled in pleasure
beyond what I may deserve.

She writes forever in my heart
a stage of such beautiful prose.
Always on display as my bouquet
of the finest long stemmed rose.

Del Cano 2005 July

Your Sun Is Shining Thru

I'm on my way to sunshine
to get a peep at you.
Now that the clouds be gone
I know just what to do.

I never knew the sunshine
nor a clear sky so blue
till first we shared love
as the stars shone right thru.

Never knew tenderness
as I learned ways from you
nor the comfort in a touch
that shiver thru and thru

I never knew those thrills
not at the levels I now do.
I am so ever grateful
your sun is shining thru.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

A Stroll By The Lake

A bottle of wine
A hunk of cheese
a stroll by the lake
a sensual tease

soft moonlight
aglow in the dark
ripples on the water
a sensual spark

scents alive
enlightning haze
ecstatic splender
loves ablaze

Del Cano 2005 Aug

Certainly I Would


I would like you
no matter what
sharing a mansion
or a simple hut

the way of you
a lovely view
precious
no matter what.

see, I stumbled
on you, my dear
while looking
every place but here

searching every corner
you, a soul warmer
smiling luciously
stabbed and speared

till now I love you
more than can say
no explanations
for devotion this way

in you, a fascination
as much my salvation
in building heavens nest
loving more each day.

would you? you ask
still love me if you spilt
all worldly facts
before love was built?

The answer remains
I certainy would
loving you as strong
as one possibly could

finding you is the best
been favorably blessed
you ask, "could you"
answer, certainly I would.

Del Cano 2005 Aug

I Wanna Make Love Country Style


I got to go back down South
if but just for a little while
I wanna make love again
in that ole country style.

I wanna make love

out in the field
near a bale of hay
the only shield
in the heat of the day

Oh, I wanna make love

down by the stream
water singing the blues
as the wind whistles a tune
sailing on our country cruise

I wanna make love

so I can see the stars
out under the trees
where lady moon
is peeping thru the leaves

Oh, my, my, I wanna make love

with that ole country gal
take off them seeing glasses
so I can hold her real close
taste them lips, pure malasses

I gotta go back down South
sometime soon fo I die
so I can make love wild and free
out under that open sky

I wanna make love in the country
see the birds slip for a while
hear the rustling reeds
while making love country style.

Del Cano 2005 Aug

Caught Heaven In My Net

Maybe
when I am so old
and feeble
and have trouble
holding a pen
or punching keys
on a PC
I'll consider
publishing.
Till then
just let me sit
in my jon boat
on the river or a lake
and while fishing
and looking at nature
I'll see
and write poetry
and drop dead
in my poetic haven.

Got to be
on the waters
one of the most
sensual of places.
Got to have it surround me.
Its like being hugged by God
as well as nature.
The soft hum of the waters
stirs my soul
brings a peace
no other place can do;
the rustling of the trees
and the swaying grass
spark up a tune
no orchestra can play
and not the sweetest
of a soprano voice
can mimic the songs
of the waters.
Even if I catch
not one fish
I caught heaven
in my net.
I breathe a sigh
of soft surrender
and thru all the hell
life puts us thru
it renews my spirit
and lifts me
to a joyful level

I have yet to find....
elsewhere.

Del Cano 2005 March

Poets Speak of Love

We speak of magic moments
of love with deep devotion
and always there's a battle
to reach the limits of emotion.
The reader just has to feel
every pulse of our pain
as we tell our lovers lie:
we'll not go that way again.

We speak of rainbow colors
as we beam our rays of love
and to show how deep it is
we point at the skies above.
Stars are but a blink away;
rivers are filled with dew.
To show the strength of it
we'll move a mountain or two.

We speak so clearly of dreams
like cameras from our eyes
and the photos which develop
are so easy to visualize.
None other but we
could recall such dreams
as to make a wish be true
or life bigger than it seems.

We speak of tears and fears
days and years, luck and bust.
Romance and tragedy visits
even upon the best of us.
As poets, we speak of love
but show only tiny parts
of what lingers in our souls
and deep within our hearts.

There's always feelings left
we have yet to express
but being poets who know it
we create amongst the best.
Little else comes even close or
that fits like a hand in a glove
not much can satisfy the psyche
as when "Poets Speak of Love".

Del Cano 2003

Frozen Emotions

In our fragil ponderings
we oft get carried away.
Candid emotions spill
checking not what we say.

With all do selfish dreams
awakened by the slightest touch.
Shadowing all our senses
from what we've craved so much.

Bursting at the seams
swelling like an infected sore.
Our time hidden emotions
begging feverishly for more.

At some point we face
the carnage left in the road.
Not even our fulfillment
can carry such a load.

Then we recoil again
afraid to ever roll the dice.
We freeze those emotions
back into a block of ice.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

Knowing You Are Near

Can't help but shudder with the thrill
of thoughts dancing in the night.
Now knowing I'm not alone in the dark
my secrets can shine out bright.

Search your soul to know my yearns
so easily can be pulled from your spark.
Softly like a fall morning dew spread
your spirit adds light to my dark.

Hover on as close as you dare
you can easily hear my heart's call.
As no less a tender turn be felt
from shadow brushes on the wall.

As far as the miles between us
nothing of it can be more clear.
As my stroking soul reaches out
in the knowledge you are near.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

The Delta Moans


Collard greens
smoked neck bones
a common thread
for Delta's moans.

Rivers flowing south
depositing silt
brings with it traditions
that do not wilt.

Sweet potato pies
buttered cornbread
grandma's legacy
stuck in my head.

All the way from slavery
way past Jim Crow
keeping traditions
won't let them go.

Southern fried catfish
smothered chicken delight
cooked in a cast iron skillet
heating just right.

Blackeyed peas
hamhocks afloat
allows the Delta
to keep its bloat.

Shanti shacks
hold back the rain
storms come and go
then return again.

Not much to save
not a lot can we use
the Delta is definately
home to the blues.

Now every tradition
heard in Delta's moans
causes me to think
my grandma groans.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

No Saddle to Mount

Damn, you mean I wasn't alone
in that humdrum of lonely count
sleep kept fading in and out
with no saddle I could mount.

Riot of thoughts and recalls
now including you in the fray
stirrings spreading all over
more and more each day.

Sleep is kinfolk, a relative
to the prolificness of writes.
Not wishing to give in, even
in the wee hours of nights.

Like chiffon curtains,
a scarf drug cross my face
sleep dangles and teases
like soft silk and lace.

At 4:00 in the morning
that time stamp of knowing
that night has slipped away
daybreak soon will be blowing.

I go to my PC in hopes
I'll find words from you.
As yet to be disappointed
you are now pulling me thru.

Least now I can relish in
knowing I am not totally alone.
Your head on another pillow
counting in our sleepless drone.

Your words, so soothing
such a calming soft cache.
And always so touching
as you ease me thru the day.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

I Can Love You Like This

The feast of love never fails
to satiate the most inner parts.
To love like this is
the fulfillment of precious dreams
and thy wildest imagination's delight.
O, for a lark and thy love,
let me soar to the heavens and
select the most delicate flowers
to form a bouquet.
Or to the deepest ocean
to recover the shimmering glimmer
from a single drop of water.
Might I learn a new step
to twirl and dance as I too know
"I Can Love You Like This,
If given half a chance".

Del Cano 2004

Love You Bigger Than This


What can I say to make it stronger
to make you see the depth of my feeling?
To make you, without a doubt, recognize
how you keep my heart and mind reeling.

Knowing I love you is simple and easy
but wanting you to feel just how much
you have wrapped and packaged me
in the firmness of your loving clutch.

Shall I compare it to the flow of a river
or perhaps the height of a mighty mountain?
Could tell you its much like the breadth of the sea
or Niagra Falls, a continious flowing fountain.

Might I show you by sailing high in the sky
where many birds can't reach quite there;
the stars drift from places we feel are around
yet, we are not sure if that point actually has air.

Should I walk the line around this world
and touch each heavenly created shore
and if that doesn't do enough for you to know
I can be magical and do a whole lot more.

I need you to know just how deep my love is
and how powerfully our love puts me in bliss.
There is nothing I can think of I won't do
cause my love for you is really bigger than this.

Wow, I love me some you.

Del Cano 2005 April

Morning Jolt


Morning light finds me
stumbling to start the brew
to jolt the senses awake
the same way it does you.

Lifting my huge mug
to taste the first of light.
Slurp, taking a chug
ready to face the day's might.

These few precious moments
are mine to cherished each day
before the news media
can start ruination of my day.

Let's leave Iraq in the paper
starting with another headline
Bass Pro Shop has a sale
on rods, reels and fishing line.

Oops, a dribble down my lips
Ginger nudges for food in her dish
the cats are a meowing duet but
my mind is locked on the fish.

Just one refill before starting off
getting emerged too deep in the fray.
Can't possibly get going without coffee
to bring on my electric jolt each day.

Del Cano 2005 March

Soaring Love


You hath spun my heart into orbit
unmercifully satiated enchantment;
touched with flavor of the ripest of berries,
encased my soul in the richness of
indescribable rhythmic flutters
to birth ever expanding love.

My wildest imagined forays
could never have reached
the depths of affection
you so readily cloak me with.
You, are the dream I dared not reach to;
ecstasy written time and time again
whilst deaf to all but your symphonies of love.

Readily, I go down on my knees
tasting of exotic fruits and so ever,
ever such a delight to find. And
whilst there, shout out your praises
and beg that this be not a mirage,
an incorrect dream, a horrible trick
played on me.
Down on my knees
I shout out in praise and pray I shall
never awaken if this be but a haze.
Let me forever dream! Luscious dreams,
ling’ ring only of you!

Never known passion so vivid,
desire as bursty with flames
as when you are near
and kisses laden with the
sweetest of honey, dripping of more.
You raise the volume of breath,
deny negative vibrations entrance;
levitate my spirit to a dangling
suspended on-going enchantment.

O love, thy body of small stature,
keenly tuned to my world, my breast;
author of songs my soul sings joyfully
of thy dominant presence in that river
of love ever flooding beyond their banks.
You and only you, creator of my serenity,
raised the bar of sensitivity
to soaring heights.
May I dare wonder,
might heaven be less than this.

Del Cano 2004

Ripples In The Rug

This ache only lingers.
Knowing it won't dissappear
hope it settles to numbness
but my doubts make me fear.

So difficult to find clarity
when ears are plugged
to other's struggling voice
when there's a ripple in the rug.

Duty bound to respond
to outbursts of creeping pain.
When a constant declaration
tells one of the coming rain.

Each infraction imagined
creates more than a crack
when the coupling of a team
shows such constant lack.

Stuck on stupid must be
intelligence big waste.
Philosophizing acceptance
to the flavor of your own taste.

Of course we all will stumble
when debris presents a tug.
The trash of doubt trips us
when there's a ripple in the rug.

This ache still lingers
like a scratch not healed
cause the juice of an orange
irritates when its pealed.

Constant struggling
always defending truth
finding her forever acting
like a high paid sleuth.

Doubts seem to me
the crushing blow of love.
Never allowing ease of order
but always a painful shove.

Lovers who wish to share
can't hold on to dubious ways.
Expectations flounder
and adds to the pain of days.

As this lurching ache
hangs on like a disgusting hug
reality tells me, its over, cause
there's too many ripples in the rug.

Del Cano 2005 July

You Love Me With Your Eyes

You love me with your eyes
and reach the deepest well.
The slightest of a moment
may birth a new love cell.

You touch me with your eyes
ravishing my senses anew
not allowing a relaxed void
I treasure the radiance of you.

You warm me with your eyes
and glow a luscious hue.
My kaleidoscope of feelings
erupts for the world to view.

You coat me with your love
like soft rain from the skies
making me beam and shine
as you love me with your eyes.


Del Cano 2004

Which Is Madness Anyway


But, did you not see

the shadow at your shoulder?

Have you no recall

of my promise to be there,

to assist you in times of trouble?

Has thou heart been so heavy

you lost a wing? Oh, to fly again

and breathe the scents of the heavens

whilst a whisper of the breeze

featherly, and caress they breast.

As the the blossoms of Spring

burst its' marvelous array

to soothe thy soul.

Like the forsythia, painting

its annual yellow cloud burst;

Speaking only a language of comfort.

Have thou wings forgotten

how to lift thee back into

the "canopy of the evening"?

O dear, I pray thou has not succumbed

to the travesty, in a world

seeming crazy by repetition

Which is madness anyway!



Del Cano 2004

Love's Serenade

(In Response To Titch's Winged Dreams)

"The countless links, strong!
And when I hear your song
as a thousand gates unbolted at dawn",
we lay stretched on passion's lawn.
Blind to all the non believer's thought
amazed at the power love has wrought
floating amist the seranading sound
like "ten thousand" violins around.
We fuse together as one true soul
creating a story as yet to be told
and in our united state of flight
we are lifted, all the way out of sight;
soaring toward the heavens above
touching all with our story of love
till the most brilliant explosion appears
filling our hearts with joyful tears.
Showing the universe love has grown
to mighty heights of which we've flown
beyond the brightness of passion's fire
stoked by the flames of love's desire;
"an endless dance of love's matched truth"
exceeding the imaginings of any of youth.
"Blessed thought, dare any one restrain",
our promise to return to serenade again.
And all you doubters, you fail it seems
to imagine the love in "Winged Dreams",
though I prefer in our passionate parade
to call it a trip through... Love's Serenade.

Del Cano 2004

By The Fireplace

We laid by the fireplace
on a comforter of love.
Watched while the flames
flickered and shoved.

Pushed closer to passion
lit up the flames of lust.
Peeled off scars of yesterday
to renewed ways of trust.

Something 'bout the heat
the brilliance of the fire.
Enlightened flicks of flames
seemed to warm our desires.

With each crackling spark
like a jolt from your hips
told of a need we share
a taste of puckered lips.

That lovely array
fit us like a glove.
Laying by the fireplace
on a comforter of love.

Del Cano 2005 January

Coffee, Sunrise and You

Its a wee hour of the morning
thoughts drift over your way.
Been missing you last night
but I wish you a blessed day.

Coffee, hot and full flavored
like I feel 'bout you right now.
My heart is puffed with "US"
presenting you with a bow.

Thoughts seem to overwhelm
playing a video of our love.
Sharing freely with each other
fits like a brand new glove.

With each sip I'm tasting you.
Your aroma is nothing less
than a sensual massage
enveloping me with the best.

In this early hour of the morning
many pleasant thoughts abound.
Coffee with the sunrise and you
such treasures I have found.

Del Cano 2005 July

Thought I saw you last night
not where you normally be
had drifted to tossin and turning
till a dream half awaken me.

Lying in my near stupor
a dream came crystal clear
a scent brushed by me
one which seemed so near.

Trying not to be startled
I opened my eyes to peep
found you leaning over me
as I pretended to be sleep.

You would not have it
felt your mouth kissing mine
as your fingers treated me
like they used to all the time.

In my lustful near sleep
a sort of suspended phase
feeling the radiance of your heat
I headed to a passionate craze.

Locked in a loving embrace
you proved once more to be supreme
your hands like an octopus
driving my body to near screams.

Oh, the rustling we shared
every move as if from a script
I fell all the way off into it
as it seems the world had slipped

No explaination needed
followed your lead to a tee
wild and lustful pinings
grew fast and ecstatically.

Totally submerged in our lust
moaning and ponding galore
little screams shattered the dark
like a boat crashing off shore.

No idea how long you stayed
could barely tell the sun had risen
'cept for the striking lines
displayed like a prism.

I lay in wonderment asking
how a dream could be so real.
Till I tried to move and felt
as if you were with me still.

I argued with myself about you
so long since sharing your grace.
Was startled when passing the mirror
couldn't believe, a hicky on my face.

All day long I wondered
how could this really be.
Knowing you were miles away
could you have made love to me.

By evening I read a poem you wrote
saying, "life is never quite how it seems.
If you keep loving me, truly love me
we'll be joined at times in our dreams."

Del Cano 2005 Oct

I walk the beach
alone tonight
hoping to see you
in the moonlight.

Fading in waves
a search inspection
mist approaching
only love's reflection

Ah, on the wave length
see your image appear
handily you rising
the closer it gets near

Arms outstretched
embraced close and tight
my hopes came true
on this moon lit night.

Burying your head
in the cavities of my breast
sharing greetings of love
agreeing at being blessed.

On that lone stretch of beach
we laid in the damp sand
Touching scrumptiously
with trembling hands.

You reaching for my skin
caressing lonliness away.
Kissing feverishly
on the beach where we lay.

Before long you begged
that our desire be consumated
thru this delusional meet
you just had to be satiated.

Sand seem to wear down
in this fantasy love stroking
the mist rising landing on us
helped to make sure of our soaking.

Breathlessly whispered words
flailing arms, legs and feet.
On the beach in moonlight
we sharing a lover's treat.

My own primordial bliss
sailing higher than the sky
you tasting me betwix your lips
surely we both took off to fly.

Promises to return
never to allow this to die.
Following your lead anxiously
as tear drops filled my eye.

Knowing full well this trip
is never to be returned.
yet right now, this moment
we've drowned our burn.

Delusions and illusions
spilled to a captive fray
as we both exploded
at night's ending day.

All the images remain
tucked safely in my night.
When walking on the beach
I smile in the moonlight.

Del Cano 2005 Nov