Together From the Start

Started to walk that way
then changed directions.
Excuse being the exercise
till I added the reflections.

From where I am to you
in that other part of town
While spirits dance and reach
some faces will surely frown.

Sky dribbling dampness
the cool wind blows a freeze.
The warmth in my heart
holds me in weathered ease.

Behind each closed door
stories line up to unfold.
My mind studies every scene
towards each story untold.

The spirit seems stronger now
nearly lifts me off my feet
knowing my ethereal partner
is always a ready treat.

But the barrier stands so tall
a world stands between us still.
I'm from the other side of town
where daily life only seems real.

Ah, but one thing they can't stop
our sharing where the waters flow
where words push up the winds
and passion is always on go.

No way can the invisible tracks
keep us all the way apart.
You see, before anyone was
we were together from the start.

Del Cano 2007 December

In Waiting

Inspired by Sequel Nest's Full Moon Rest

Like the Wolf listlessly waiting
pacing back and forth in a path.
His patience wearing quite thin
as others quicken his wrath.

He bays at the full moon
knowing of its daunting power.
Drooling from the lessons taught
she, appeared at the appointed hour.

Teeth drawn forward in a rage
passions view stirring the pot.
Recollections of the shadowy image
makes him shun the other lot.

Pacing in his lustful tender
an occasional moon peep.
The still darkened sky mocks him
for the recall he impatiently seeks.

A low moan breaks the silence
so familiar that pleasant tune.
She has awakened temporarily
from her rest from the full moon.

Strokes of images massage him
fulfilling the yearnings of his soul.
For oh, so long the feelings held
not once ever growing old.

Wolf continues pacing
yet, with a more pleasant hue.
Body reflecting passionate thoughts
looking forward to a visit from you.

Del Cano 2007 November

Sobriety Never Shows

Sobriety can be startling
without the haze of protection
when lovers refuse to face each other
no way to grasp the reflection.

Hiding behind a drunken cloak
or tenseness of a forced smile
each has their own way to deal
when lust appears for awhile.

Tension helps the building
of passion's haunting brew.
Till each has shared the release
of erotica a time or two.

Shall I claim a difference
needing to experiencing the prize?
I've just got to face its reality
making me look into her eyes.

Between imagination's touch
and wrestling with reality's swoon
I find the where with all to make
and sail towards Lady Moon.

My sobriety never shows
in each tender moment's glare.
For the drunkeness fills me
when she touches anywhere.

Too precious to miss a scene
while fingers probe and touch
Just got to see what is happening
when I am craving her so much.

Del Cano 2007 November

Anticipating Her

She still has a while at work
so I sit back and close my eyes.
Those dancing images light up
like the movement of her thighs.

Can just about see that smile
her aroma rising in the room.
Filling me with anticipation
knowing she'll be home soon.

Dinner in the oven on warm
bath water steaming hot.
Mind lingers in its drift
on her every luscious spot.

Can see the twinkles spark
and her so inviting lips.
So much to look forward to
like those curvaceous hips.

Always get so excited
knowing she's on the way.
Precious is her presence
bringing sun to my day.

Can hear her small talk
bout how things went at work.
Trying hard to be a good listener
but I'm always a lustful jerk.

Greeting me at the door
as if we'd been apart a year
is always a filling touch
she expresses so clear.

Oh, I hear her in the yard
I'll just pretend I'm sleep
can't wait for her precious touch
and visions I'll ever keep.

Del Cano 2007 December