Will They Understand Me

Will they understand me if I say,

" her words form
a delicate pool in which
one aches to dip a finger
and feel the liquid?

Be coated by the moment?

To take away a piece
of the emotion to savor.
I do a slow drown in
her passionate flood
while I wallow in her
words."

Del Cano 2006 Jan

Together In My Dreams

I stumbled on you then
light years ago it seems
with every horizon I pretend
we're together in my dreams.

Days collect like dust
till I close my eyes to see
those times that we were "us"
at the verge of eternity.

Weeks fade out of view
time simply lost its appeal
even yesterday has no clue
dreams are my only for real.

When I go to sleep I try
to recover what used to be
remaining a twinkle in my eye
I crave you desperately.

All my attempts have failed
to put you in memory's bin
yet you remain and prevail
like a blessed haunting sin.

Never had such lustful needs
feelings bursting out loud
you planted rows of seeds
now each seems to reach a cloud.

I exist thru days of longing
every night my body screams
begging to still be belonging
but I'll see you in my dreams.

Del Cano 2004 December

Never Let Them Fall Away

Touches which tatoo me
kisses of passion's fire
slatterings of sensual butter
which feeds our desire.

The dimple which appears
at the corner of your mouth
another trapping you use
making my yearnings shout

That vulnerability we share
in the throws of ecstacy's fray

igniting passion's volcanic blast

sending us sailing on our way.

Our engine fueled in knowing

the trip to ecstasy's peak

carries us beyond any point

our minds could possibly seek.

Those magical emotions

speak words we cannot say.

Let us kiss a promise

"Never Let Them Fall Away".

Del Cano 2005 Dec

I Heard The Wind Before I Died

A Collab

I heard the wind before I died
the swoosh surrounding me
those engulfing rushes
of unruly patterns filled
with ecstasy.

I dipped my toes into your stream,
waded out beyond what seemed
prudent and wise, given the distance,
drawn somehow by desire's persistence.

I heard the wind before I died
which gripped my very soul
in fathoms of pleasured
monstrosities its touches
deep and bold.

I measured each step by the feel below,
taking me farther than I'd dared ever go.
Each lapping wave of you beckoned me in,
like wine upon water, your touch to my skin.

I heard the wind before I died
whose lust was of a hue
of a colored masterpiece
which explodes within
my view.

I painted our grotto with my sighs
when I found forever in your eyes.
We rose with the wind, to the top of a willow,
lay in its arms, dove's nest for our pillow.

I heard the wind before I died
as you birth my senses real
added deminsions of passion
to levels I never knew
could feel.

I floated like feathers in a warm summer zephyr,
engulfed in your soul, became blinder and deafer
to all the distractions that might draw us apart,
yet I found nothing withers a loving heart.

I died a death of pleasure
you touched me to the core
and opened up a new heaven
holding wide a lovin door.

I drowned in your ecstatic essence.
No other lifeforce, save your presence,
could breathe enchantment, revive me with song
borne by the same wind to which we belong.

Del Cano 2006 Jan
Naia, January 2006