Roses and Drought

My garden suffered from drought
too much sun for their luscious bloom.
So sad to walk thru the roses
just too much sadness and gloom.

So I went to the florist
bought her a long stem red rose.
included a note from me
"I love you, don't you suppose."

She smiled that lighted ray
thanked me sweetly and grinned.
Kissed me and whispered
think you will do it again?

Last week I sent her 3 roses
one of each of color she adores.
They made her cheery and thankful
like lounging on island shores.

Today I sent a dozen mixed roses
all in a crystal glass vase.
A jester telling her I still care
love the beam it brings to her face.

Too much going on to tend
to the flowers, especially the roses.
But a bloom now and again
tickles the senses thru the noses.

They are so special to her
inspires me to write and act.
Now I look forward to next year
unless the drought is coming back.

Del Cano 2006 August

If I Don't Make It To Heaven

If I don't make it to heaven
I've been graced by what you do
I've already had my blessings
with the time I've spent with you.

If I don't cross those pearly gates
I have no reason to complain
The years I've shared with you
no less a soothing Spring Rain.

If I fail to make it to heaven
I have plenty to tell the folk
I've been in my earthly oasis
in bearing your loving yoke.

If I don't make it to heaven
I still will pass a happy man.
hoping to stay in your presence
forever, thru eternity, if I can.

It won't rock my world
if heaven locks its door
cause loving you, to me
has got to be a lot more.

Del Cano 2006 August

It Must Be How You Are

I have loved before

and offered up my star

but not like I do you

it must be how you are.

 

I crave me some you

lust to the highest power.

A longing increasing

every minute, every hour.

 

Your presence is a gift

or more like it is a prize.

You so entangle my senses

with just the blink of your eyes.

 

I sleep with you in mind

body remains aware.

It lies in a pointed state

as if you were there.

 

Can feel you caress me

hold me close up and tight

and with the way you love me

I crave you both day and night.

 

Can't take the simplest action

without having you in mind.

As my thoughts wallow on you

more like a sip of fine wine.

 

Want to always touch you

hands to fondle, fingers caress.

Starting any place I can reach

then head for the rest.

 

You feed my normal heat

drive my body to insane.

Its a wonder I don't pass out

when you simply call my name.

 

Baby, I loathe when we are apart

soul begs for you with a mighty yearn.

The slightest of a thought

keeps me in a sultry burn.

 

I want you and need you

like I never wanted before.

And I must let you know this

there's love for you in store.

 

I have loved before

and offered up my star

but not like I do you

it must be how you are.

 

Del Cano 2006 August

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Collab

My Lover Waits While I Fish (Del Cano)

I Watch Him Fishing Just Beyond (Naia)

 

 

My lover waits while I fish

to renew my soul's veneer

and tho she knows I need it

she waits close by and near.

 

I watch him fishing just beyond

his field of vision, of view . . .

capturing every movement he makes

to savor the long night through.

 

She shares the overview

the drippings of a nature show.

For each trip to the waters edge

displays more for me to know.

 

I know he needs to commune with the waters

to rejuvinate his soul

and I gladly yield him to her caress

for I know he'll come back whole.

 

My lover awaits me

while I tap the spirit of joy

bringing home to her trimmings

which I share and employ.

 

And when he enters this open door

I'll savor the gleam in his eye

as I ever thank those lapping shores

for renewing my lover's sigh.

 

Oh, my lover hangs on in

while I refill my natural zest

then when we spend our time

she knows she'll get the best.

 

Your fingers have touched the face of God

and now grace my body so . . .

I feel the divinity of your gaze

now, as I will on the morrow.

 

My lover knows I love

to wallow in nature's bed

which offers up a cocktail

for cleansing out my head.

 

I always know when he's called away

by the siren's song compelling

that when he returns, his lover's verse

will pour forth from a heart e'er swelling.

 

My lover watches the scenery

she knows its best like this

and I love her even more

when she waits for me to fish.

 

My dear one, please bring home your catch

to this lass who waits by the door

we'll fry it all up and feed those in need

as our love takes its roots at the shore.

 

 

Del Cano 2006 July. 

Naia, August 2006

 

 

 

 

 

I Count On You, My Private Oasis

Your words add a shot
of real Rythm and Blues
Always an adrenaline rush
good stuff my soul can use.

Just like the sun shining
you cast shadows to the wind
cloaking me with your love
more-so, now, than in the begin.

When my whole world's in chaos
can count on you, my private oasis
to share with me from just beyond
when I need to visit with God's faces.

You, my sweet song of the heart
extending a hand held as your invite.
Please know your presence is ever
needed and you never fail to excite.

When my engine needs a boost
thoughts of you provide a jump start.
And when I need to go fishing
I carry you with me in my heart.

Thru all your own world's dilemma
to me, you never fail to respond
making me feel special in knowing
you watch me fish from just beyond.

Del Cano 2006 August

 

 

Took You To Bed With Me

Carried you to bed with me
at least in my vivid mind.
Allowed a free for all with you
my favorite keeping kind.
 
Matters not what goes on
in my life or in yours.
You send out beads of love
as if you had sensual spores.
 
I took you to bed with me
last night when I laid me down.
And I must tell you, woman,
you still wear a lover's crown.
 
You, in your own special way,
create the best of feelings.
Washing me in your passion
being sure to keep me reeling.
 
I took you to bed with me
no need to explain the details.
Suffice it to say my pleasure rose
with my heart in its lustful wails.
 
You are the only one
who can satiate my need
and I beg of you to remain
you, that is my feeble plead.
 
Del Cano 2006 August