She Is The Most

Looking at her is purely a treat
my eyes feasting hating to blink.
I take in her entire physique
an artistic best, a wink.

My breathing gets rushed
looking at her sitting there.
Soaking in all of her body
from her toes to her hair.

In her unassuming way
she turns my senses to fire.
Watching her walk is a movie
whose topic is pure desire.

When she greets me
smothering me in her scent
I sail to a spiritual realm
as if she's heaven sent.

Never can I get enough
of the wonders of her touch.
Nothing compares to the magic
as she speaks as such.

I fall into her mystical cloud
with the slightest of ease.
Her every scrumptious move
no less a lustful tease.

That woman turns me on
beyond any other's boast
I love and crave her presence
Beyond any other she is the most.

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

Out In the Yard

I love to see the flowers bloom
as I walk cross the yard
and touch a blade of grass
making breathing mighty hard.

I love to watch the birds
visiting their friendly rose
and spread their pollens
to where anyone knows.

I like to see the branches
sway in the noon time breeze.
And catch a lightning bug
before it lands on the leaves.

Morning time brings delight
with its dampness from the dew.
A sweet reminder of love
as I fall in thoughts of you.

My print lingers cross in the yard
wherever I chance to step
and leaves such pleasant reminders
in each spot where I have wept.

I step outside to rekindle
in powerful rays of the sun
like the love we set a fire
way back when we first begun.

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

Is It Tomorrow Yet

Is it tomorrow yet
have I squeezed thru the tunnel
for today pours on
as if thru a funnel.

Is it tomorrow yet
this day of painful recall
struggling to find balance
in a world  about to fall.

When will tomorrow burst thru
letting time march on its way
Will be so glad to look back
when I can call this yesterday.

Is it tomorrow yet
a future bringing a change
A day, a month, a year
time given another range.

Is it tomorrow yet
my day to shine in the sun
to stroke the stars above
or step where a rainbow begun.

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

 

Nature's True Fun

Pelicans covered the sand barge
turtles waited to cross the road.
Nearer the water heard a belch
turned out to be a giant toad.

Casted out toward the center
just as the channel gets deep.
Tossed back a few small ones
should see what I chose to keep.

A monster river buffalo
thought it had swiped my line.
Reeling and tugging a few minutes
damn, it was fat and fine. 

Another tried to slip away
startled I found myself jammed.
Shadow boxed and wrestled
dug deep for the fisherman I am.

What a blast as they broke the surface
water splashing in a heavy wave.
The net barely covered the first
but both I was able to save.

Silver blue and snow white cranes
kept an eye on the happenings near.
As the fish were drug from the water
seemed they all smiled a cheer.

Now tired from the long battles
packed my gear and bid them goodbye.
All the birds and animals seemed a crowd
as I drove off with tears in my eyes.

So damn fortunate to have shared
in so much of nature's true fun.
And just as filling, the experience
sharing the river with the morning sun.

Del Cano 2007 April

Our Own Song

Like an old blues tune
we just keep hanging on
Thru all the crevices life opened
still singing our own song.

The base guitar at its low string
growling a deep moanful sound.
Hand in hand leaning for support
when so many are not around.

The lead guitar strikes a shrill
livens up the music's fray.
Shadows, dark and lonely
of friends who've faded away.

We might be a bit worn
grey, the lead color of the crown.
Like those old blues songs
we're still hanging round.

Old standards which got us started
now a distance lanquished thought.
Gotta keep them in our souls
none else to replace what they brought.

The years have been good and bad
many precious situations to savor.
We've matured together
and you've kept my favorite flavor.

Like an old blues tune
scratched and wobbling on its own.
We just keep hanging on
to the tune of our own song.

Del Cano 2007 May

 

 

Explosive Passionate Seed

Her presence always brings an intensity
coupled with a powerful urge and need.
The woman stirs the deepest parts of me
building like an explosive passionate seed.

I have little control over it
has a mind of its very own
Each encounter is more intense
the best since I've been grown.

Her body calls out to me
her kisses raise me to the roof.
It feels positively overwhelming
as if a romantic movie spoof.

I drool in her presence
fingers crave her every touch.
Explosive desires ignite
when held within her clutch.

I wallow in her embrace
never failing to touch my soul.
Those mighty passionate kisses
hilight the outlines so bold.

Strips me of any doubts
lingering from a wayward thought.
Passions shoot like stars up high
with all the love she's brought.

Some call it a wrong complex
my heart feeds upon her score
As the days tick on into infinity
I keep on begging for more.

She is intensity personified
kissing me to a risen mound.
Always seem to be floating
rarely touching ground.

I love me some of that woman
with each meet a passion's spill
tho ever within a questioned state
no doubt I always will.

Del Cano 2007 April