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