Whose Wearing My Skin

Whose heart pumps inside me
whose this wearing my skin.
Why am I so lonely, missing you
from that one night we sinned.

We both agreed to walk awaysaying
it was no more than a game.
Everytime I get near that hotel
hear my body calling your name.

For months we wore a look
telling a tale we tried to hide.
All the while those cravings
puffing a storm inside.

Whose that using my mind
once so utterly straight.
Thinking constantly focused
on how you did so satiate.

One time, one night
sharing in absolute bliss.
Riding a magic wave
swelling from a kiss.

I can't sip my coffee
shave without seeing your face.
One of these minds within me
feels not one once of disgrace.

Whose heart pumps inside me
whose this wearing my skin.
Why am I so lonely, missing you
from that single night of sin.

Del Cano 2006 Feb

Soft Refrain

Fell asleep in your arms
least that's the way it felt
Dreamed of a soft refrain
allowed it all to melt

Tossed and turned away
woke up with a start.
Poundings and flutters
had taken over my heart.

A sec to find my senses
rubbing my eyes in vain.
The shadow walking away
set tears aflow like rain.

Too real to forget
a lovely dreamer's view.
Just so much in awe when
my soul awakes to you.

Del Cano 2006 Feb

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

Love Is My Favorite Part

I float on clouds of joy while waving at the sun
chatter with moonbeams 'fore the night is done
and when "they" ask me to explain my heart
I can only tell them "love" is my favorite part.

I tap the rivers of their floating lore even every jut
traps a bit of history to store deep within my gut.
I traverse mountains at their highest standing peek
and as the sun starts to rise at dawn find all I seek.

When the whole world seems off its spiriling axis
and the heavens loom low to touch all to the maxes.
I glide from planet to planet in search of every part
no matter the find on my voyage

"Love Is My Favorite Part".

Del Cano 2005 March