Oh, the morning staggers as I dress
preparing for me to enter the fray
As long as I can get a word from you
I know I'm going to have a good day.
From frazzled night to sunrise
I swam in the moment with you
feeling the lift and spread of your fog
laying softly like morning dew.
Your send off allows me to face
whatever there is in the way.
Boldly, I step out to the world
enhaling you thru out the day.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
I thought of fusion between us
ten thousand unspoken pleasures
treats of a magnitude so great
far beyond ability to measure
What keeps me coming back
to you in these moments of time
beyond hope for tomorrows
our yesterdays filled with rhyme
Each eye contact adds more
to the pile we have in stash
and no matter the subject
fusion blows to passion's crash
Some sort of addiction, I suspect
an infusion I can't live without
a high that crashes heaven's gates
with desire permeating throughout
Rising like vaporous fog
a cloud of lucious fumes
the fusion between us
rises like glorious blooms
We decorate the universe
with petals gently falling
rich with scent in rainbow hues,
and melodies ever-calling
Sleep, an escapee of mine
desire wrestling with need
to hell with it all tonight
I'm wallowing with you, indeed
This thing's beyond my ability
to figure, reason, or guess
so in dreams I'll continue to appear
whispering one word . . . "yes"
DelCano, November 2005
Naia, November 2005
To drink in your laughter
to swim in your ocean of joy;
just to wallow in your sun rays
a blessed gift you employ.
Your worst days are great
ever beaming your light.
My day time is always full
and I so love your moon light.
A stroke of your hand
a finger on my face
a kiss from your lips
your soft flowing grace.
All of you work together
making life a pleasant foray.
Giving me the best of all
I love you more each day.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Aint no bell which rings
when trying to reach the spot.
That place we all hold secretly
a few don't admit they've got.
That special place sometimes
kept hidden quite deep away.
Often not admitting its there
knowing it appears some day.
Its the mind blowing scenes
we play in the crevice of our mind.
The ones we stroke and touch
of the most sensual and erotic kind.
Me, I aint shame. Go far it
reach and grab the one whose
been teasing my soul's edge
making sure to fully use.
I don't hesitate to go all the way
to make sure to fondle and touch
knowing she has stirred emotions
I've learned to cherish so much.
Aint no bell which rings
just that feeling rising to the top.
Till I can massage and fondle
its just a charge which won't stop.
Once its been satiated
all goes back to accepted stance.
Till it begs appearance again
for that secret yet special romance.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Can't help but shudder with the thrill
of thoughts dancing in the night.
Now knowing I'm not alone in the dark
my secrets can shine out bright.
Search your soul to know my yearns
so easily can be pulled from your spark.
Softly like a fall morning dew spread
your spirit adds light to my dark.
Hover on as close as you dare
you can easily hear my heart's call.
As no less a tender turn be felt
from shadow brushes on the wall.
As far as the miles between us
nothing of it can be more clear.
As my stroking soul reaches out
in the knowledge you are near.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
As if I can hear the echos
that lonely droning sigh
folks rushing away
some not saying goodbye.
Like a swoosh
that gust of wind
some to places
aint never been
Advertising found in a basket
even in public bathrooms
slapping at us always
sweeping like brooms
Invasive, sure, no doubt
yet, I stumble thru it
as if it weren't there
ignore it, I just do it
Go to my place
starting to feel left out
spinning round and round
hearing a distant shout
Sounds of feet rushing
pounding a distant place
I keep hearing the echos
as frowns creep on my face.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
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
Dangling provocatively, passion hung
till finally, we lay on a bed of stars
Heaven exposed us yet, invisible to the world
our romantic endeavors set us to char.
Romping thru all the heavens
sharing beyond even the divine
each stroke bringing on thunder
as if by some special design
Our moans carried thru shangri-la
in fact seemed inspiring to some prepared.
To soar thru the same processes
we floated upon being sensually paired.
No rumbling might ever match
that night of uncontrolled erotic bliss.
As we did in our trip the others followed
and it all got started with a kiss.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
It was an odd situation to say the least. Today I decided not to shave which made my face look like one of the homeless men I see in the downtown area. My white painter's pants were already dingy from me being in and out of the ditch we dug to replace the drain pipes. I left to make a dash to the plumbing supply house to get some fittings in which we never quite settled on the proper name for them. Standing in line chatting with similarly dressed plumbers and handy men talking over the drone of the loud speaker. Order for A-1 Plumbing ready at door #2. Leak Proof Handy Service your order can be picked up at door #3.
Suddenly, all sound became mute and the quiet was defeaning. Above all that quiteness Elain's voice said crisply, the computers are down again please line up behind check out counter #1 and you will still be waited on by the number you have. An additional hush fell over the order counter area and heads turned in unison as they began to follow the entrance of a most startling speciman of a woman. From my vantage point I could only see the attractive face of a woman speaking on a cell phone. It was easy to see there was more to her than a pretty face cause all eyes were facing downward.
Being next to be waited on I was negotiating my order when suddenly the aroma of jasmine struck me and the sweetest voice said, honey, you left early last night. Knowing she couldn't be speaking to me I didn't even turn around. I was forced to when she grabbed the back of my shirt and kissed me on the cheek. As she handed the counter person a list she hooked my arm and helped to spin me around as I vaguely heard the counter man say pick it up at door #2. She lead me thru the gawking eyes of the crowd chatting furiously and obviously putting on a show for them. We had barely
gotten to the pick up area when she purred, "you are a good sport." Seeing the confusion on my face she started explaining. Said," Charlie knows with my body and this type outfit I can always sneak my way up front and leave his order so when he comes by its ready." Spose she was right. With those below the navel pants barely covering that seemly molded arse and the top which almost covered her breast her whole body seemed to be screaming, "touch me, touch me." Thinking her little charade was over I headed to my van to load the supplies. She huffed, "you gonna just leave me here". Unthinking I quickly offered, "and what did you expect of me."Her grin turned to a huge smile as she sultrily batted her eyebrows. "Baby, I am available. I love faces like yours and I know you'd love what I have to offer." I said with a sigh," I'm not in a position to help you. Have a good day." Her face turned ugly and penetrating as she blurted "no one turns me down. Who the hell you think you are." I broke out in roarous uncontrollable laughter which angered her even more. She spit out a tyrade of expletives as she finally walked away. I got in the van and headed back to the job site. All the time thinking bout how I am known to support women but this is one of those who helps to lay a lousy image for women trying to be decent. As I scratched my unshaven face I'm thinking, yeah, she likes faces like mine.
Sigh!
Spencer
As I lay in a stupor
sweating like an athletic star.
Nothing was quite clear
wondered where you are.
Days and nights drifted
had no idea the time.
Everything a riddle
not one simple ryhme
Saw you on a swing
me pushing you gently.
We had to be children then
playing so intently.
In this foggy trip
things seemed awry.
Saw you staring
looked deep in your eye.
Thought you were loosing
me, the unbreakable rock
Could tell the fear you had
how you were in shock.
Nothing seemed to work
fever raged its course.
My speech rumbled oddly
unrecognizable and hoarse.
I remember clearly
when I spoke to you
saying touch me, touch me
ahh, it broke, feverish flu.
Everyone is happier now
tho I'm tired and worn
Slowly returning to normal
feeling like a new born.
Yep, must admit
I was frightened too.
Imagining going someplace
where there was no you.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
I swell with each thought
the ones painting you.
The images of your light
and all for me you do.
I get all puffed just being
the receiver of your smile.
Dance within when caressed
in your magical style.
I can't explain to others
how you feed my soul.
Nor let them know
how our love got so bold.
I am forever in a state
of sensualities plight
a feverish warmth
you radiate each night.
Even if I shout
whisper in a soft yell
I remain fully engulfed
in your soft swell.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
Drove out 'fore daybreak
stood by the river's edge
watching the water flo
like it was heaven's ledge
I inhaled the history
as I am apt to do
swear an angel passed
looked just like you.
By then I had dumped
the debris my soul carried
after sunrise, I was filled
no longer need I tarry.
Drive home felt good
your smile lit the place
soft hum of the engine
put me in your grace.
When I reach that
quiet place as I do
its a known fact
can't help but think of you.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
On the worn corners of the pages
are earmarked spots I return to
and live again the joys and pain
life so gratiously put me thru.
The corners of the pages, worn
where the book of life's been read.
Folding back each page makes it easy
in locating all of what's been said.
I can visit with any good times
or sneak a peek in on the pain.
Easy to visit with sunshine days
or experience the storms again.
Every trip thru it allows
me to relive parts of my life.
Savor the years of loving
my children and my wife.
Can visit with my parents
even back to the grands.
The worn corners of the pages
mark parts of life's expanse.
Can see the steeple on the horizon;
the jungles of the Viet Nam war.
Can visit the rose garden we planted
or places where life left a scar.
Fishing trips all over the country
visits to other parts of the world.
Elation from promotions, successes
where I so danced and twirled.
Graduation days of my kids
walking down the isle at state.
So many visits of yesterdays
which so thrilled and satiate.
See myself telling Corporate America
so long for good and hello to my venture.
Buiding a new life on my own talents
a lasting and persistant adventure.
Burying beloved pets in the rose bed
saying good bye to so many a friend.
Time passing too steady and fast
I'm apt to wish to begin all over again.
Yes, the worn corners of the pages
tell a story of life for me and mine.
I'm so glad I can pull the book out
take a visit thru from time to time.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
So precious, your warmth
can feel the vibes you send.
Your softness, like a feather,
just floats out in the wind.
Can taste your flavor
whenever I open my mouth.
And your pleasant scents
is ever radiating about.
There's a spirit I find
in everything you do.
Which washes over me
totally, thru and thru.
I sigh within your aura
senses awakened by your beams.
Your love floats out in the wind
least, to me, thats how it seems.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
