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