Have I Told You I Love You Today?

Have I told you I love you today
I love you today like I did before
only thing is today its stronger
can you believe I love you more.

Have I told you today I adore you
like the silkiness of your skin
The flavor I taste when we kiss
like some sort of sensual sin.

Have I told you I need you today
like needing some air to breathe.
You cloak me in a your love
like a protective sheathe.

Have I told you I love you today
I love you today like I never have before.
With how powerfully I love you
there's always room for more.

Del Cano 2007 May

R & B Slow Dance

Just as the band left for a break
the DJ played R & B to be kind.
Bobby Womach in the background
familiar words dangling in mind.

A trip to the bar raised eyebrows
the lady smiled from ear to ear.
Spinning in her seat like a prize
anticipating my getting near.

Those wet lips looked tasty
as I perused her mellow tones
feeling instant rush of excitement
reaching way down to my bones.

We both knew words had to come
not wanting to miss this chance.
Extended my hand out to her
as she whispered, can we dance.

Like a gentleman will, held her hand
while my eyes took in her sights.
Walking just behind her to the spot
we ended up out of the lights.

Now Johnnie Taylor was in a croon
she draped her hand on my arm
and as we two-stepped slowly
could feel that rising charm.

Suddenly she was closer to me
holding me tighter as we moved.
Nothing but music between us
as we slipped off in our groove.

Said she'd been watching me
chatting moving round the room.
Hoping we'd have an encounter
if not she was leaving soon.

Her radiating jasmine and roses
scents which make me weak
engulfed my senses totally
till I found it hard to speak.

Bodies moving in unison
any couple is known to reach
that point of ecstatic revelry
as the music starts to preach.

Al Green changed the song
slowed movement to a crawl.
Holding me even tighter
whispering I'm having a ball.

Silence between us had no affect
our bodies had a damn good talk.
Deep off into our very own groove
wondered if I could later walk.

We, in almost motionless pose
bumping and grinding in our stance.
Holding tightly each others mass
hard to call what we did a dance.

Felt her tongue at my ear
followed by moans and long sighs.
We'd reached that certain pentacle
seeing the known glazing of her eyes.

She said, baby, please
can we get outta this joint.
To hell with the band and DJ
got a need and special want.

While staring at each other
standing close face to face.
I hurriedly went and paid the tab
and got the hell outta that place.

Del Cano 2008 July

Let's Get It On

Words in the song said:

you keep looking and staring me done
hey, why don't you stop fooling around


My words:

Knowing I ain't a sexual pawn
why don't we just get it on.

You show up when I least expect
bringing with you every tease.
Short sun dress dangling lusciously
exposing skin just above the knees.

Both of us knowing full well
our chatting is no more than a sham.
When you discover I am outside
you find a reason to come where I am.

Such feeble attempts at niceties
belie your often heaving breast.
Coupled with suspicious naivety
wearing a sensual summer dress.

Your lingering daunting ways
tell me much more than you say.
Not that I have a problem with it
it seems just to be your way.

Why continue this nutty charade
lets make all the BS be gone.
Why not just skip all the crap
come on lets get it on.

I caught your smile in the park
another morning at the bus stop.
When I exited the grocery store
feel like I been caught by a cop.

You spend too much time
watching where I go and do.
Can't say I'm not flattered
by the attention I get from you.

But what is it with the staring
as if I was some work of art.
Your sensual eyes are glowing
as they seem to tear me apart.

Again I say, lets stop this game
got me feeling like an old blues song.
What's wrong with being straightforward
come on baby, lets just get it on.

Del Cano 2008 June

Living An Old Blues Song

What! What happened to you?
Somebody beat you up with a rifle?
Oh, my goodness, lady
that is a lot more than trifle.

It's hard to think about
you should feel blessed.
They could have shot you
been even killed I guess.

So sorry you have these problems
ought to stay away from folks like that.
Woman, you need to change your life
cause it's no good where it's at.

Wasn't that you not long ago
went to buy a ladder for your lover.
After spending all night a couple times
you're left with only a black cloud to hover.

That is so sad, my dear lady
heard the marshals took your check.
You worked two weeks like a dog
money's gone, now you're a wreck.

What are you doing to receive
such an utterly horrible stance.
If I were you I'd change my life
if not you do not stand a chance.

I also heard you got arrested
spent twenty four hours in jail.
Something bout no drivers license
or ID but could be just a tale.

I don't know what I could say
to lighten the burden you bear.
I do know you should treat you better
at least with a lot more care.

Wish I could really help you
I'm just a dumb guy living alone.
Sure hate hearing bout your troubles
like you're living in an old blues song.

Del Cano 2008 July

As You Never Was

I want to remember you
not as you were but never was.
Your obvious playful desire
could always get my applause.

But I do not wish at all
to remember your silence
when I asked for a reason
which drives me to near violence.

I will not remember your insults
when you didn't know words to say.
Nor will I recall your stubbornness
which blossomed more each day.

I choose to just remember
how you actually never acted
by never soothing the pain
you often easily extracted.

I want to remember you
not as you were but never was.
Not the way you often acted
but as any other lover does.

I do not wish to set to memory
how you could ignore my needs
not give even one response
turning your back on my pleads.

No way I want to recall
the selfishness you gave
or how you lead me on
to become a loving slave.

I don't wish to see
the sorry picture of romance
That lopsided devotion
anyone could see at a glance.

I'll remember you in other ways
but not in how you actually were.
I'll create a lie to have as a memory
something better I would prefer.

Only a fool would like to keep
disrespect and painful thought
as the best of memories
of a romance for naught.

Nope, ain't no way for me
to keep all those pitiful slights
as part of the sweet recall
of occasional sensual nights.

How can one offer romance
yet, leave the soul at bay
promising more love to come
but pushing it farther away.

I have no desire to call up
the distant silent stare
not even to look at me
just like I were not there.

Why would anyone wish
to subject their heart and soul
to punishment so easily given
as if sinking in some giant hole.

No way can it be allowed
to mar the desire to have you sweet
and always such a delicious view
in knowing you're good to eat.

I'll just hold on to who you weren't
instead of letting the truth bleed through
just bury those painful memories
and recall an alternate you.

Del Cano 2008 June

A Part Of Me Died Yesterday

Yesterday I laughed a lot
then cried and cried alone.
I loved deeply and devotedly
for she loved me as her own.

Within myself have I retreated
the pain too much to bare.
No one can ever really know
the sorrows hidden there.

Morning dawn erased the night
braced myself to face the day.
Realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday

Thoughts of her do a dance
maybe I stop and reflect too long
but whenever I have done that
can hear so clearly our song.

What is it I'm supposed to do?
I'm learning each step along the way
A very slow walk as you must know
seldom knowing what I need to say.

A visitor or even a phone call
makes me stumble in some way
realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday.

Packing clothes or other things
that labor of love I can feel
Each break from the chores
reminds me I love her still.

Often the house seems empty
I walk around as if trying to see
if more than her spirit is lingering
with her reaching out to me.

Birds called me awake this morn
on the porch to hear what they say
realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday.

Del Cano 2008 April

Don't Put Me On Your Pedestal

Uh uh, don't put me on your pedestal
I've struggled my way through it all.
Grabbed hold of many a wrong handle
studying life along the way having a ball.

Don't you dare lift me beyond you
we all came out of the same dirty pool
Main difference being I looked critically
before stepping out joining another fool.

I took the steps to first fail before success
found its direction and landed at my door
while others looked on in disbelief or fear
choosing me as the measure or score.

Still see them in humorous laughter
pointing out he's at it again about to fail
but they so often missed the point
misfortune comes before the idea sails.

After so many attacks and disgruntled
motions from their ill conceived beliefs
I arrived, cultivated my own level playing field
and kept it in the face of leaders and chiefs.

Don't mistake my confident strut
for some uppity cross class binge
though many can't deal with my mind
I step out of the box they get unhinged.

You see, I learned years ago
its not me with the problem, its you
I get done what they say I'm not able
but my persistence pays in what I do.

While you invest so much effort
in trying to keep me in some isolation
I'm busy smiling and doing my thing
with not the least bit of hesitation.

Now some want to look up to me
uh uh, don't. Just look straight in my face
at the level you are and you might find
I am not nor do I ever allow action's disgrace.

I keep my head held up high in confidence
like anyone who knows what it takes to achieve.
I cannot be counted in that group who falters
bow their heads, pack up and then leave.

No, not me baby, I'm a stick to it sort of guy
I keep on smiling in the face of adversity
even while the world laughs and jokes
my process rolls on to more lucid diversity.

I've achieved that unique situation
of a love as well as a hate observation
some see me as the nice poetic bard
ignoring how I live and work so damn hard.

I learned to love to a monster degree
letting others ignore passion's participation
keeping up such a torrid pace they can't fathom
and end up in a whirlwind of frustration.

No, don't you dare place me there
on some tainted pedestal of your desire.
If you could only stop trying to put me done
you might find that match to light "YOUR" fire.

Del Cano 2008 April