Thursday, December 29, 2005

I Cried

Fingers held back
lips puckered to kiss
arms aching for you
needing Poetic Bliss

Desire dangling
swollen to a rage
every sense feeling
trapped, caged

That dead feeling
broke thru the crust
confirming tonight
there can be no "US"

I cried. I cried
torrents of tears.
Vulnerable, open,
facing those fears.

I cried. I cried
for every lone night
wanting, needing
you as my light.

I cried. I cried
tears of lament
wailing love's
torment.

I cried. I cried
a relentless flood
tears tracking like
facial mud.

O, I cried. I cried
for all the days
we missed sharing
our lover's craze.

I cried. I cried
for all the nights
you danced in mind
in angelic lights.

I cried. I cried
for failing you
in not being
all I could be.

I cried. I cried
for different worlds
we share in our
spins and twirls.

I cried. I cried
for want to share
yet knowing I can't
be there.

I cried. I cried
myself to fever
wanting, needing
a total griever.

I cried. I cried
in the knowing
this ache shall
continue blowing.

I cried. I cried
for your needs
passions fire,
your bleeds.

I cried. I cried
for how your stance
reaching for solace
in another romance.

I cried. I cried
cause I can't
do, give more
than rants.

I cried. I cried.
a lover's scene
for the love of
my Queen.

I cried. I cried
a river's wash
too deep for a
dam to squash.

I cried. I cried
taking not pause
nor celebrating
or being Santa Claus.

O love. I cried
for miles so far
wishing to be
where you are.

I cried and cried
till eyes were swoll
for every thought
you are the goal.

I cried. I cried
life's falling apart.
Got you so deep
way down in...
my heart.

I CRIED!

Del Cano 2005 Dec
 

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful Mr. Del Cano ~ were I not already in love I'd do my best to dry those tears. <Wink >Thanks ~ You made me "FEEL" that poem. That's what a true poet does! Now excuse me whilst I wipe my own eyes!
Dianna

Anonymous said...

Dianne,

You kindness is overwhelming. Oh, don't make cry again.
:)
Spencer

Anonymous said...

Oh wow Sir Spence...hugs upon hugs hon'...hugs upon hugs. ;)  C.  http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies

Anonymous said...

Your tears fall down upon my sleeping eyes
waking me up to the sound of your cries,
No, sweet Poet, you are not alone tonight
just look up at the moon and bask in it's light...

To you, my dearest, I will hold true
for no poet has captured this heart,
but you...

L

Anonymous said...

Ah but you do have a way with words.  Poetic bliss in any form, dreams of a lover, or being reborn.  Poetic thoughts come pouring through all that you say and all that you do.  Blessing to you Spencer.

Marlene-PurelyPoetry
http://journals.aol.com/mkolasa101/PurelyPoetry

Anonymous said...

To Spencer Muse -
On the Subject of
A Poor Lover's Lament
A poet stands alone
lamenting hiss Loss
The dead of winter enfolds
the fold;
a paltry sky;unearthed like dead
rolls sad breezes and tears
to the one below
Where is God
if not in heaven
And why did he leave
our poet alone