A Breath Away

You owe me no apology
for not being able to be there
I appeased my lustful need
with lingering scents of your hair.

you owe me no explanation
for your tardiness today
remember, you are never
more than a breath away.

A sigh of contentment
hovers with your song
Jasmine and roses fluttering
help to bring you along.

No apologies needed, my sweet
each stolen moment a dance.
Forbidden fruit, a hefty taste
slurping in a tart of romance.

A sigh of passionate vision
tantalizing to the yearning soul.
Such a sparse price to pay
for those moments we stole.

No apologies needed
for missing the tryst affair.
Only need a breath
to bring you right there.

Enhaling the memories
the times we shared, indeed.
The growth of our passion
spread like a growing weed.

Never offer up a sorry
no need on any day.
I lift my head in pleasure
to find you a breath away.

Del Cano 2006 May

Yearning Ache

The power of the yearn
comes thru as a soft yell
yet due to the searing burn
its not very hard to tell.

I too share the aches
when I am left right here
crave her touch's quake
her kisses sloppy smear.

I am but a mold she cast
formed in the image of desire
love vapors rise to last
she sets my soul on fire.

Del Cano 2006 June

I Wasn't Suppose To Love You

I wasn't suppose to care

nor give my heart its due.

This whole thing was a set up

I wasn't suppose to love you.

 

We planned to be close

maybe like real good friends.

Before I knew... it happened

now on you my life depends.

 

Seems now my whole life

dangles on seeing you

dreams, day time thoughts

soaked thru and thru.

 

I imagine your visit

on the dark side of midnight

lasting and lingering

till dawn's early light.

 

The relationship was an affair

then feelings got complex.

A hell of a lot more to me

than simply real good sex.

 

Now I am wallowing

in all which you now do

and frankly not worrying that

I wasn't suppose to love you.

 

Del Cano 2006 June

Don't Give Up

All those things which others got
could not have been for you.
Hopes and dreams are dependant
on what you yourself must do.

As far as loosing everything
I've been there a time or two
but I'll be damn if I give up
and I'll win before it's through.

Go ahead, scream out your pain
tell the world how life really seems.
I been to hell and back more than once
but I will not give up my dreams.

Del Cana  2003 March

A Day As A Professional Fisherman

On Saturday morning Judy went thru a deeper than normal coughing spell to get cleared up for the day. The albuteral thru the nebulizer took two treatments to level her breathing so I didn't go fishing. Stayed close in all day long. Was determined to go Sunday and she encouraged it too. Tho I had the will I just wasn't totally comfortable in leaving her and didn't want to infringe on other's holiday time to sit with her. Instead I went a few blocks down the street to Fairgrounds Park.
 
Upon my arrival about 7ish I noticed the larger than normal crowds and the huge flocks of geese and mallards making a lovely morning picture on and near the lake. After strolling around the East section of the lake and walking across the old but beautiful bridge I decided to try a bit of fishing. Anticipating lots of small fish I only put a piece of a worm on my hooks and proceeded to lounge in my cloth chair and sip orange flavored Gatorade. I stood up to greet an old face who recognized me and one of the lines indicated a bite. I reeled in a nice but small catfish. Returned it to the water and cast back out. Before I could seat the pole in the rod holder another bite was felt and I reeled another in and put it back in the water. This situation was repeated countless times till in short time a crowd had gathered around me to watch. The constant activity drew more and more people who were not having the same luck as me. As the crowd grew larger and a few cast their lines near me with no luck they became talkative and inquisitive.
 
I was asked if I was a professional fisherman just slumming at the park today. Another wondered if I could teach him to catch and release like me. Still others wondered if I had special gear even though it was obvious I was using one of the familiar low end fishing outfits I carry just for panfish. The fish seemed to jump on my line. I didn't tell anyone I had a small spoon and spinner lure attached to the line just above the hook. When it hits the water it flashes light which attracts the fish.
 
Someone said he's caught and released 50 so far. Another said, no, I counted 61. I had no idea because of the interaction with the crowd and wondered how many I caught before my audience arrived. A young fella asked if I minded if he kept a few of the cats for fish stew and ran to get a bucket. I recalled counting 11 which I put in his bucket as he joyfully clapped while the process was going on. I used only a tip of a worm for each cast and most times just pulled that piece back down to cover the tip of the hook. Out of the many catches I made then I caught a few small striped bass and at least a few sunfish but the vast majority of the catches were catfish. They were mainly from 5 inches to maybe 8 to 10 inches long. A couple would have made a nice meal but I refused to break the aura I was in making so many catches so fast.
 
I was there in my professional fishing mode about 2 hours and frankly I got tired of the action and told the crowd, to their collective sighs, that it was time for me to go home. Thru my packing up stage I was asked when I would return and if I could teach them to catch fish like that. It was a wonderful and thrilling experience and I am sure I will wonder if I cast into a large school of hungry fish or the shinny spinning lure did the trick.
 

Del Cano 2006 June

The Old Poetry Man

I write words the best I can
tho they may dangle or hang.
Each one is part of an attempt
for me to get the biggest bang.

No matter how much I struggle
or the effort I put into it
I always get the  feeling
there's just a wee more bit.

Don't get me wrong tho
I enjoy what I do write
Its just the desire to make
the words come out right.

I want them all to touch you
change or fill your emotion
I suppose its more like a balm
the way one rubs on lotion.

My words are targeting
the deepest part of your soul
Hopefully getting you to react
to feelings both new and old.

I just write my words
the very best I can
Maybe that's why I'm called
the Old Poetry Man.

Del Cano 2006 June