Lonesome Souls

We chat at midnight
bout nothin much
yet her presence
is a golden touch.

words not said
speak a loud roar
as if I can see her
slipping in my door

Talking bout the world
such a wonderful tease
just enough to let us know
the chats do so please

We shared cooking
a lesson was just right
made it much easier
to make it thru the night

two lonely souls
chattin for a while
sharing soft words
as well as a smile

So love the touches
she brings to my mind
like a hot cup of tea
sweet and sublime .

She offers comfort
in an off handed way
I give her the same
be it an easier day.

Chattin at midnight
bout nothing much
holding out hopes of joy
with its tender touch.

Del Cano 2005

 

My Secret Passion

Just needed to tell you
tho I don't see you as much
my thoughts stay within range
my heart's held in your clutch.
 
You are a strange one to me
create needs way deep inside
and it goes without saying
my soul soars as we ride
 
I looked to you as my own
that special rhapsody I sing
when I need to give warmth
I reach to you and cling
 
Not to worry. I'll not fiddle
with who or what you are
yet I reach to you, specifically
much more than any, by far.
 
Its true we can never be
your life is layed out already
but that does not prevent my
holding you as my bedtime teddy.
 
When I need to be rescued
you're the ambulance at my door
I lay in your arms wallowing
and secretly begging for more.
 
But I'll not ask much of you
need a touch from time to time
thankful for your presence
you're the secret lust of mine.
 
Del Cano 2005
 
 

I Shall Take Your Breath

I shall take your breath
and toss it to the wind
so those who need joy 
catch the love you send.

see, your breath is but
a whisper to the hearts
who are worn with pain
and need new starts.

A sensual breeze of love
a tender whisper to here
fluttering in the wind
brewing only good cheer

Your loving light wind
soothing pains to death
spread it for all to breathe
I shall take your breath.

Del Cano 2004 November

 

 

 

Heat Wave

Feel a heat wave coming
you are walking up the street
waves of warmth preceed you
radiate from head to your feet

Yet, I'll bet you didn't know
the heat you spread around
is like an oven being opened
with just a sighing sound

That wave I feel is touching
wraps me in a sweet bouquet
no matter if you tip along
I feel when you are on the way.

Your presence is my need
it is you I so do crave.
Love it when I know its you
can tell by your Heat Wave
 
Del Cano 2005 January

I Hear Music

I hear music when I see you
sweet tunes of joyful sounds
envelopes my senses totally
whenever you come around.

I hear violins and harps
soothing to my inner soul
then an entire orchestra
including a drum roll.

Notes of pleasure are struck
which stun me for a while
yet smooth out to an aria
as you beam a sweet smile.

I hear soft music playing
a raptured sort of bliss.
It wraps my heart in ecstacy
when you seal it with a kiss.

Del Cano 2005 January 

I'd Love To Kiss Thy Mouth

Oh, I'd love to kiss thy mouth
and wake up on your breast.
Exhale loose thougths of yesterday
to get them off my chest.

Such tender simplicity
and eroticness abounds
but that is to be expected
as your presence surrounds.

No harshness to blurr
the simple pleasure
only rising content
by any measure.

Be it all a bit of nice
only a humble feeling be
when thoughts are mingled
'bout you and me.

Dear Lady, I feel so content in thy exposure.

Del Cano 2005

Grab Hold To Prodical Ease

Enduring footprints will surely know
to watch you dance in amber glow
as fireflies captive, with friendly eyes
dangle bits of light which hypnotize.
Awoke from sleep with blowing flute
sweet harmonies endearingly cute
tapped the powers which be on the head
perhaps their hearts too can be fed
but if they fail in seeing the magic
I feel their hearts have fallen tragic
from greenery and wherein may rest
too much of life's bare tenderness
for all which seek the way to fly
must point their hearts up to the sky.

So merrily, the night long dance
can touch not only full romance
but simply the  prodigal of ease
hums loving tunes which please
the shallowest hearts which drift
might count it also as a gift
for a state of pardoning giving
to make life much better in living
and as  for all  the human race
needing  a glow on their face
I say look, watch up in the sky
you'll see festal nights drifting by
and if you wish to join the happy fray
open your hearts each and everyday.
Titch and Del Cano say to you, please
grab hold of heaven's "Prodigal Ease".  

{Inspired by and using many of Titch's
words from "Prodigal Ease"}

Del Cano 2004
 

 

 

Just Can't Seem To Focus

Trying to read a poem
to make a comment or two
can't seem to focus there
my mind wanders to you.

Am peeping up as if
you were smiling there
Beaming down at me
a bright reflective glare.

Perhaps I'll leave now
return at a later time
take a nap, drink more tea
or write another rhyme.

Ahh, the flutters rage
sailing back to your locus
stumbling like a drunkard
I just can't seem to focus.

Del Cano 2005 January

Think I'll just go back to bed.

I'll Write You

I'll write you history
with a big beaming smile
with wishful thinking
in grand ole style.

I'll write you lovely
as a petal from a rose
and caress your features
when not a soul knows.

I'll write you sweet
as the honey in my tea
and when I feel lonely
I'll write you close to me.

I'll write you in dreams
to stir my desires
and when the pot gets hot
I'll write out the fires.

I'll write you tender
as a whispering kiss
and hum old tunes
to stir up only bliss.

Goodness, I'll write
with a fevered pitch
making for sure its you
who scratches my itch...

Inspired by a sweet lady

Del Cano 2005 January

I Long For You Still

awakened with a sudden start
floral scents surrounding me
a touch of jasmine and lavender
engulfed the senses fully

before I realized the draw
"she" was caressing my face
all the strength I mustard
shed the least of a trace

I told myself it couldn't
be the one I was thinking
the mahogany of her hair
seemed as twilights blinking

needed her more than I knew
my cravings were just too much
had tried to turn her off in mind
but was stricken by her touch

she paid me a surprise visit
brought the bounty of her lust
and though I wanted to deny
moved in tune with each thrust
 
oh woman, do thy thing
and slip on out as you do
ravish and burn me still
leave though I still need you

what ever your reasons
too heavy for me to discern
but I give a damn less to know
just fan my libido to a burn

come when you will
at the dark side of midnight
anytime for me is fine
your loving is always right

I gave up all else
the touch, the feel
just come make love to me
I so long for you still.

From the ["Del Cano's On A Rampage"] series

Del Cano 2004 November
 

Free Love, Free Will

I'd say yes, yes a wild dream
oh, but a wish for such free will
pure love in the rain with lightning
drenching us in the corn field.

Stretched imagination, beyond.
Wonderfully adrift, perhaps insane
but the thought does so satiate
oh, lets just do it all over again.

(From the "Del Cano Is On  Rampage" series)

Del Cano 2004

From Afar, With Love

From afar I watch and see
the way you wave your wand.
Magically with grace and skill
precious how you create a bond.

You weave words that enthrall
they touch and massage the soul.
While you smile and move on
dripping with that aura of gold.

I watch you manipulate us
bringing out the fire inside.
Dangling your special gifts
like a rising ocean tide.

You've learned well, my dear
to promote, teach and shove
keeping us all so wound up
craving for a bit of your love.

You enter a room of my heart
each time you post a write
and no matter the topic
surely its created just right.

I watch you from a far
leaving room for you to grow.
Cannot help but long for you
because I love you so.

Del Cano 2005 January

Forbidden

Hold up now. From where I sit
there's nowhere to go from here
nothing but lying and cheating
hiding from the world in fear.  

From where you've been
not a soul has ever lifted you.
Wallowing in the pits searching
is all you've been able to do.  

You grabbed onto me tightly
latched as if I were new skin.
Accepting my friendly offerings
have put us at the verge of sin.  

I simply offered you a hand
saw the potential of a new day.
I can't give what you want
just too high a price to pay.  

Your sudden visions stretch
too far past a helping hand.
Knowing myself to be true
an honest and humble man.  

How can you honestly believe
your body is worth the shame
Sex is just not love, dear lady
its no where near the same.  

Now, go to your new job
start to build a life of grace.
You owe me nothing at all
except smiles on your face.  

Let this remain an experience
we both can treasure as one
and as you rebuild your life
I'll fade off like the setting sun.  

 Del Cano 2005 January                 
 

Visions Of Explicitness

Struck by visions of explicitness
all encompassing cravings rise.
Overwhelmed by sensuality
surpassing what we realize.

Focusing on dancing elation
thrilling beyond wildest dreams.
Breathless as we meld in lust
targeting the most extremes.

Tossing out the rules created
striving for moments of magic.
Bursting pass the quidelines
knowing it might end up tragic.

Struck by visions of explicitness
senses climbing like mountains
to yet another moaning release
pouring passions like fountains.

Souls screaming with utter joy
flailing, scratching for the plateau.
Exploding rainbows drizzle stars
lips tasting of French bordeaux.

Struck by visions of explicitness
finally arriving at the placid lake.
Damn, not another one! Hell,
a dream from which I awake.

Del Cano 2005 January
   

 

Elusive Butterfly- Collaboration with Titch

Elusive Butterfly

O the summer sea, all those islands,
all beauteous things gather'd up in thee;
Springing where and when you will
sweet watermoons, in an Autumn evening;
And nature lavished in her cultivated garden
on Earth plac'd, in love more calm'd spirit
Butterfly elusive influence, wonders high
hovering free, and sings of heaven, as birds in the tree;
By impulse known, love's splendid home gathered up
in loveliness singing behind smiling eyes.

A shadow in the sunlight, return'd favour, feast
kneads, rolls the dough, adding passion for the leaven.
And keeps heat just below full temp of baking stage
flutter'd round innocently, while all in thy path do rage.
Ascended - less hasty than wind, spirit spoken
a serene voice praying to Buddha, hymns worshipp'd
And you, sweet love, naming the day for a happy event
hearts triumphant, the pleasure of forefathers gathered;
Fullness of heart, noontide stretched forth, and within you
as lights, down to the harbour, into the ocean, lands united.

TK/Delcano 2004

 

Don't Call Me Stranger

Don't call me stranger
much closer than you think
sitting here in your kitchen
toss an occassional wink.

'Course got to be sipping
while sitting on the stool
as the aromas are steeping
can't help but really drool.

Everytime you start
cooking causes danger
see, no way, dear lady
can you call me stranger.

Del Cano

 

Decades Ago

Seems like these decades
feel more like centuries
than the relative short time
spent creating it's histories.
 
Remember when a dime
would buy a loaf of bread
tho we had few phones
neighbors knew what we said.
 
Parents worked the same job
for so many years in town
and whatever happened
neighbors would come around.
 
What happened to those days
the playground had a swing
milk came in glass jugs
butchers tied meat with a string.
 
The iceman had a wagon
was pulled by his ole mule
and grandpa milked the cow
while he was sitting on a stool.
 
Music was so pleasant a sound
told a story how love was good
today it bellows out raging hate
throughout the neigborhood.
 
We burnt our trash and leaves
watered the grass with a hose
now, plastics corrupts the earth
to breath we hold our nose.
 
Used to hear my daddy speak
bout days he used to know.
Childishness hadn't been phased
now I wonder where'd they go.
 
Where is the ice cream
we churned on the porch
and the pan of corn bread
steaming, hot as a torch.
 
Cuba was the playground
for the rich and famous.
Now the best of cookies are
baked by Famous Amos.
 
Don't get me wrong
appreciate a moblie phone
and the sound of the pager
sends me heading home.
 
The microwave, a godsend
as well as the self cleaning oven
the internet is now included
in the way to find new lovin

These decades I've lived
seem more like centuries passed
in the course of living my life
the time seemed to slip by fast.

Del Cano 2004 November 

 
 
 
 
 

Dear Lady -A Response to a Write

Dear lady, you are my ego
powerfully touching deep
no matter what I write
look forward to your peep
your joy is most infectious
a privilege having you around
wear your words proudly
as if it they were a crown.

Del Cano 2004 May

 

On A Rampage

Del Cano On a Rampage

The comment you made
stuck deep in my mind
to escort you is pleasure
not a twisted kind.
 
See, the 44 inch hips
a thrill to say the least
so much more of you
to help me in my feast.
 
Thighs to die for
hips which always tease
to get in between them
a mighty lovin squeeze.
 
Let me say you need to know
in case you ever wonder
even if the tummy is round
the folds are pure thunder.
 
Not to worry about a thing
lots of joy is but in store
to plant my tongue in the valley
is purely a major score.
 
I love you as you are
no demands beyond the fray
so if you ever wondered
I love you just that way.
 
Del Cano 2004
 

 

Cold Sweat -With Tammy Jones

I tossed and turned
fidgeted most of the night
couldn't clear my mind
try as hard as I might.

The thought of you
at the top of my senses
driving erotic winds
no sleep, the expenses.

When I did doze
with not one regret
I awoke in a tremble
shaking, a cold sweat.

I could see the slopes
of your body's form
calling me to you
and its mighty charms.

Visions of you lovingly
staring into my eyes
but a murmer to a speech
my god, how you hypnotize.

I can't shake it or hide
from the thrill of your being
hope its not just a mirage
a foggy haze I am seeing.

What ever you are
not complete just yet
my longing for you
keeps me in a Cold Sweat.

Del Cano 2004

Those cold sweats
Don't fret
Without regret
I suffer too
Not truly realizing
The missing clue
Of the very fact
I love you
With all my heart
Giving you the whole
Not just a part
Of cupid's organ
Like a donor
My heart's not a loaner
But yours to keep
As in keepsake
Because this love is not fake
And you leave me crying your name
Creaming lakes

Tammy 2004
  

Been Trying To Tell You -with Tammy Jones

I tried to tell you many times
how those vapors you emit
drive my senses to the edge
your bubbling sensuality does it.

Your sensuality tho soothing
strikes at my deepest well
grips parts of me not touched
in so long I just can't tell.

your playful teasing smile
tingles even my hidden soul
yet the ease at which I am lured
is damn near too much or bold.

I crave your presence
yet shudder when you are near
the aura of your passionate ways
hits me like a sharp spear

Recall that day you thought
I was having breathing trouble
It was you... the well was deep
and you filled it like a big bubble.

I tied to tell you many times
feared the let down too great
but today I am standing tall
you have control of my fate.

In case you didn't know
I need you lady I want you
I yearn to hold and ravish
just a start of what I'd do .

I breathe your lust 
inhale your passion's brew
no matter what you tell me
please know I love you.

Del Cano 2004 November

you love me you say
oh the words you pray
trying to stay balanced
in fear I might stray

I have known how you felt
for sometime
didn't want to look obviously
hungry and out of line
I could feel your adoration
shine
could sense your eyes on my back
as they grind
on me

out of lust or love
of an all white dove

I have peeped back at you
with care
and this love with you I will share
because I see what's contained in
your stare
I know we make a great pair

the vapors I emit
are giving you a fit
well I vibe a feel
from you so sensual
a love between us we
can fulfill

you claim me
as yours
and it's your love
that I have fallen for

Tammy 2004

 

Always There -A pair shared by Tammy Jones

Always There

You are the lotion I rub
the brush I use in my hair
no matter what I do
you are always there.

You are the taste
I savor in my mouth
and every sight I see
as I wander about.

You are my appetite
I hunger for your taste
no matter where you are
can plainly see your face.

You are the filling
I stuff within my heart
the lustful thoughts
which fires my libido to start.

No matter what they think
mostly I don't really care
I just know what ever I do
you ...are always there.

DelCano 2004

Always there

Physically from behind
Or inside my mind
I can't live without
Your touch
A feeling of rush

Blood to those spots
And passion, it drops
On my heart and mind
Like a worshipping kind
One not of divide
But that which coincides

Two hearts as one
A union
Bound
By the agreement
That we will always
Love
And share from passion's
Trove
To share this for all time

Tammy 2004

 

Amoral Ripeness

She called it amoral ripeness.
The moon with its sensual pull
aglow for stepping forward
to make love's basket... full.

Damn near like a vessel
filled nearly to the brim.
Her haunting beauty glistens
and rocks the core of him.

Amoral ripeness, too full
to be moved and shoved.
Lady moon you fit just right
like a tailor made glove.

Del Cano 2005

To The Shy Lady

A most poignant write
spilling out into the street
rolling thusly uphill
begging with hope to cleat
thy firm belief to die
refusing the towel's touch
to dab a tear stained eye
and reaching back to much
of the "then", what was used
and not grasping what "is"
to fight back the old abuse
or a new day's open fiz,
thus the tears last night
from failure to pay attention
to the burst of new light
you forgot to loudly mention.
So instead the devil dances
and looks directly in the eye
forcing out potential chances
leaving all for you, but to cry.

Del Cano 2004 May

In response to a poet's lament

A Better New Year

the new year brings
to us what was sown
oft times paths covered
unmowed, overgrown

we sing to ourselves
songs we like to hear
yet fail to act beyond
high fives and good cheer

to me it seems the same
wake up to the old way
people not even realizing
its just another day

unless we make a change
start to wittle away the grime
though its a new year coming
it'll just be like the old time

choose wisely the path
be creative and not fear
starting another period
lets have a better New Year

Del Cano 2004 December

 

 

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 desire.

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
 

Life's Crosswalk

For but a moment we stepped
inside the abyss of pleasure
ventured beyond the boundary
of life's crosswalk treasure.
 
Stepping over life's set lines
will always extract bitter fate.
No use in fiddling with reality
these passions have got to wait.

Bitter pills to swallow
never less than dramatic.
Quivering remains dangle
shunting more than ecstatic.

Pleasures hang in memory
sweet, yet salty to the taste.
Fondling beyond boundaries
produces nothing but a waste.
 
Stirrings ought not ever
breach life's bold line
so, my smile should answer
any question you may find.

Just that fleeting moment
two souls locked in a stare
staying within life's crosswalk
allows it to remain quite fair.

Del Cano 2005 January

 

At the Intersection of Art and Life

At the intersection of art and life
we brushed, touched soul to soul
wearing open hearts like seedlings
which burst out strong and bold.

Not a word needed saying
approached moreso as a dare.
Hesitant frill cloaked sight
knowing life to be unfair.

Pulled by artful cravings
bound thru colorful words.
Humming tunes we created
sweeter than mocking birds

A fortress, barely strong as 
sand castles on the beach
yet waltzing feverishly prior
to the tides knowing reach.

Oh, so delicate the touch
speechless in fevered strife
mimicking what could be
at the intersection of art and life.

Del Cano 2005 January

I Dream In Color

My dreams are in color
as well as flavors too
at least when they are
focused strictly on you

I even hear quite well
your whispers galore
of the mumblings you do
and even a bit more

I dream in vivid color
when I am in your clutch
thru the magic of dreams
even can feel your touch.

My senses stay so alive
within this love supreme
thats why all is so vivid
and colorful in my dreams.

Del Cano 2005 January
 

 

No Hot Toddy This Time

Thought what had racked
this old trembling body
would be solved by a nice
spiked steaming hot toddy

Nah...not this time
the illness was much more
took  a lot of fantasy
to exact the healing score

Nyquil just wouldn't do
nor Alka-Seltzer Plus
a good dose of you
is called strictly a must.

Tremblings and shudders
throughout today's quake
means I shall dream of you 
before I'm healed and wake.

Del Cano 2005 January