I felt a most gentle touch
the lady, she looked my way
breath like dragon fly wings
breathe words I heard her say
Tho her lips moved not
I heard her loud and clear
she vanished momentarily
and then she reappeared
In her whispered tunes
she sung a song to me
which raised the music
sweet and ecstatically
I felt in an aura of soothe
lightly not too much
but then away, she faded
leaving only "A Gentle Touch."
Del Cano 2005 April
Sinking deeper in your mystery
noting every touch as I slide.
This entanglement with you
truly is a magic carpet ride.
Am spent daily thru emotions
every ounce of energy drained.
The aura of you is my cloak
drenching me like Spring rain.
Take not this as a complaint
searching the rubble of words
to say how I feel leaves me just
humming like mockingbirds.
My need to go to work
is often overshadowed by you.
As each recall flashes in mind
I'm planning new things to do.
You seem to always hover
right above my ponding heart
creating brand new feelings
bursting old laisons apart.
Nothing, more filling to me
than your presence's allure.
Tho ridden lots of life's journey
your majesticness stays pure.
Had not the least of a thought
I'd be so deeply, totally engrossed.
I seem so drenched in all of you
my cravings for you are the most.
Most I can do now is smile
exhale slowly and breathe a sigh.
The pinnings in my heart do grip
as tears do well in my eyes.
Sinking deeper in your mystery
I now willingly take its lovely ride
and can't think of a thing more joyous
than you and me side by side.
Sigh, Love you so.
Del Cano 2005 April
I can see you asleep
laying cross the daybed
poor baby, tired and worn
images dancin in your head.
I put a light blanket on you
protect you from the chill.
Stand and look pleasantly
accepting your view's thrill.
You need know my thoughts
awash in your radiant glow.
Looking as your breast rise
like the seas ebb and flow.
You ought to know just how
you challenge my heart and soul.
Just being yourself strikes me
like a filled loving pot of gold.
Do you bake cookies in a hollow log
like the Keebler's bakers do?
Is the flour in your pantry magic
needing no yeast for rising too?
Are you the most astute of butchers
carving the juicest cuts of meat
or the master of herbs and spices
concocting a flavorful treat.
can't get enough of your presence
the most filling sense of all I've had
nor rest from your driving essence
with its tingling, both good and bad.
I'm standing here watching you sleep
so amazed at the beauty of your gait.
Longing for a touch from you
trying hard but impatiently I wait.
Can't help but smile at what I see
my lover's breath rising majestically
and the fog of her pleasures thrill
as I stand and bath in her sensuality.
I can see you asleep
laying cross the daybed
poor baby, tired and worn
images dancin in your head.
I love me some you
Del Cano 2005 April
Last night I fell asleep
turns out to be a shame.
I dreamed strictly of you
I whispered out your name.
As you were dreaming of Salad
mine was not nearly the same.
There was some French in it
I whispered out your name.
Oh, the confusion in my dreams
was quite leafy when you came.
Yearnings exploded to a dressing
I whispered out your name.
Last night I fell asleep
I whispered out your name.
Response to Siren's "Salad Dreams"
Del Cano 2005 March
You hath spun my heart into orbit
unmercifully satiated enchantment;
touched with flavor of the ripest of berries,
encased my soul in the richness of
indescribable rhythmic flutters
to birth ever expanding love.
My wildest imagined forays
could never have reached
the depths of affection
you so readily cloak me with.
You, are the dream I dared not reach to;
ecstasy written time and time again
whilst deaf to all but your symphonies of love.
Readily, I go down on my knees
tasting of exotic fruits and so ever,
ever such a delight to find. And
whilst there, shout out your praises
and beg that this be not a mirage,
an incorrect dream, a horrible trick
played on me.
Down on my knees
I shout out in praise and pray I shall
never awaken if this be but a haze.
Let me forever dream! Luscious dreams,
ling’ ring only of you!
Never known passion so vivid,
desire as bursty with flames
as when you are near
and kisses laden with the
sweetest of honey, dripping of more.
You raise the volume of breath,
deny negative vibrations entrance;
levitate my spirit to a dangling
suspended on-going enchantment.
O love, thy body of small stature,
keenly tuned to my world, my breast;
author of songs my soul sings joyfully
of thy dominant presence in that river
of love ever flooding beyond their banks.
You and only you, creator of my serenity,
raised the bar of sensitivity
to soaring heights.
May I dare wonder,
might heaven be less than this.
Del Cano 2004
I had an altercation today
was not a truly a big thing
but I must admit, I felt it
feeling sorta like a big sting
There was a kind of rumble
a wild flapping and swinging
the rose buds were no protection
damn, it felt like some stinging.
In the yard tending to plants
while humming and singing
a swarm of bees appeared
chose me for their winging
I had an altercation today
with not so nice a bit of flinging
this swarm of bees was aggressive
and I lost the fight to their stinging.
Del Cano 2005 April
Sat on the porch this morning
waiting for the dawn to rise.
Sipping tea in the cool Spring air
thinking of your forever eyes.
Oh, might be a bit devilish
twas but a fleeting thought.
Imaginations are lovely
long as borders are caught.
You see, in the privacy of mind
ideas are allowed their just due.
Picturing a stroll on the moon
joyfully holding hands with you.
Twixt each sip and breeze
visions rise up to a peak.
And dance round in fantascy
till the painting is complete.
Whopping scenery flashes
as does emotions drift by.
Created strictly for pleasures
as seen from the mind's eye.
Perhaps a climb up a star
even a whole galaxy's ray.
Burst out in thrilling light
as I sip on thru the day.
The coolness of the air
has no affect on "vapahs" grip.
Fanning feverishly and blowing
before I realized I've slipped.
Mine own eyes see more
as the sun shines right thru.
Sipping tea and waking up
with precious thoughts of you.
Del Cano 2005 April
