Soothing In the Park

As we approached could hear the ripples
ducks and geese playing in the lake.
Fish catching insects making splashes
massaging our minds with figure eights.

Standing like a sentry over the park
the old limestone bridge, so lovely
Creating historical images
making senses rise to bubbly.

A certain breathlessness
engulfs those who allow the essence.
Never running out of pleasure
joy is not allowed obsolesence.

The sounds and scents of the park
people passing by on bikes or foot,
all sharing a similar pleasure
emotions stirringly put.

My senses rise to a crescendo
walkng next to her in the park.
The aura around her enhances me
keeping an ever lit sensual spark.

Del Cano 2007 June

So Hard To Soothe Her

She seems like a baby
needing attention for real.
The nightmare lingers
as if there's more to steal.

Pounding her brain
searching for the why.
All I can do is hold her
as her soul tends to cry.

So hard to soothe her
thru this huge emotion dive.
Tears a constant companion
tho glad to be alive.

She's so like a baby
craving to be held.
Seeking professional help
to renew the emotional weld.

All I can do is love her
support her emotional state.
Wrap my arms around her
to be a loving mate.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

Secrets On A Whisper

Carried my secrets on a whisper
thru times too hard for me to say.
Gathered up emotions wrecked
hugging on thru a better day.

Thru all the sordid happenings
you stayed within our bounds.
Toting with you our precious gems
keeping them safe and sound.

Took us in your bosom
squeezed with all your might.
Holding on to secrets
whispers throughout the night.

What else can I expect
they stole you from my life
invading all the fences
leaving only stress and strife.

I hear your whispers
your heartbeat sending tones
letting me know your are fine
even thru your painful moans.

Hear now my heartful whispers
let them fuse with your desire.
Be assured I am still waiting
for our return to sensual fire.

Del Cano 2007 June

Calling You Thru Each Rhyme

I woke up staggering
was it a nightmare or thought.
A maze from yesteryear
what could I have sought.

I saw me singing on stage
in several places I had been.
The old Riviera Club, The Regal
and of course the Dynaflow Inn.

Was I seeking your face
in the crowds of that day.
Could I have gone back in time
to reach you that way?

Did you see me in the joint
at the corner of Glascoe and Cass.
Wearing that green tux
with a shine like glass.

Was that you waving from the rear
with me smiling between a verse.
Closing my eyes in the song
telling you I'm totally immersed.

Am I trying to make a change
from this lousy frame of time
by visiting you in yesterdays
calling you thru each rhyme.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

This Frame of Time

Like I'm straining to step
to pass thru this frame of time
To get it all over with
the other side will be fine.

Moments carry with them
truths as well passionate lies.
Faking sanity for others
awash in tear flooded eyes.

From one moment to the other
I'm a chameleon at best.
Changing personalities
forcing emotions to rest.

So much of the day
a fading blank cloud.
Not sure who said what
their help makes me proud.

People have been so good
treating us like we're royal.
Food shows up at the door
from those who're loyal.

A lady came to tell me
I made her faith renewed.
The sort of love they spoke of
lasting, never comes unglued.

She came to pray with me
to wave her spiritual flag
and begging others to come
to pull other tricks out the bag. 

Ate a salad and fell asleep
awaken by the phone.
A sighting out west
made me chilled to the bone.

I know this can't last
got to get over to the other side.
This frame of time hesitates
keeping me on this horrible ride.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

No News Aint Good News

When the phone rings I jump
knowing my nerves are on edge.
Everything so stiff and tight
like hanging out on a ledge.

Hoping for word of her
praying the next ring is it.
Pacing the floor nervously
I walk in circles, can't quit.

I feel like crap warmed over
lower than a hole in the dirt.
I eat but it comes back up
can only feel pain and hurt.

Judy is a mess as well
trying to get her settled down.
Together we're like a circus
tears flowing like sad clowns.

No news aint good news
I only hope she's safe.
Begging the heavens they
don't treat her as a waif.

Let her come back home
missing her more than I knew.
Had no idea the total drain
she's like an entire love crew.

I hate and love the phone to ring
nerves shot, body on edge
I'll just keep trying to find her
this is my heart felt pledge.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

My Emotions Are Flared

My emotions have been flared
erotic thoughts cram my mind.
With her missing like she is
doesn't seem I'm being kind.

I feel a tremendous need
to cuddle her and hold tight.
These rushing thoughts
wore on me all thru the night.

Every fiber within my body
calls out to where she is.
Bitterness pumping thru my veins
stinging like a sloe gin fizz.

Nothing seems quite real
a horrible nightmare of a dream.
My soul is spilling thoughts
emotions racing to extreme.

That helpless feeling hovers
dangling like a giant balloon.
Never moving away from me
praying she'll show up soon.

How can I be having thoughts
to the heights of erotic shores
Missing her thru this mystery
so painful by the scores.

Hear my yelling soul
screaming for relief.
Tears pouring relentlessly
racked with pain and grief.

With her still missing
erotic thoughts seem unkind.
My emotions are flared open
feel like I'm losing my mind.

Del Cano 2007 June

Fear Strikes Thru Me

Fear strikes thru me
since you went away
Your empty chair looms
like a dark haunted day.

Coffee in the yard
I went to get a refill
Upon return, you're gone
space empty, so still.

Looked around, empty
heart filling to a burst
Couldn't believe you vanished
leaving this yeomen thirst.

Stopped being selfish
where have you gone.
In a matter of moments
faded like morning dawn.

Judy is upset as well
like you knew she would.
You were showered with love
as much as two people could.

What happened in you
or could it have been we.
Whatever the problem
its nothing I could see.

Fear strikes thru me
stabbing deep inside.
A morbid sort of ilk
like someone has died.

Not one word, no call
days plans dropped to the ground.
Tho spring breezes are kicking
there's stark stillness around.

Where have you gone
why did you leave unspoken.
No goodbye, see ya later
just suddenly and broken.

Our hearts are pounding
crying for some explanation.
Tears blinding our vision
from this treatuous frustration.

What, why, how,
open ended questions dangle.
My breath strains
we were so entangled.

I've got your ID with me
are you not who we thought
Is there another story
we should know or sought.

Fear strikes thru me
not knowing, driving me insane.
Spirals of past moments
only enhances the pain.

No one vanishes in a moment
or evaporates like a cloud.
Nor fades like a broken video
leaving hearts beating loud.

My soul is screaming
find peace in your empty chair.
Your cup, sitting like a monument
reminds me you're not there.

Where have you gone
where can you be.
Why did you leave
as fear strikes thru me.

Del Cano 2007 June

 

 

She's Gone-A Short Story

 

She's Gone

As we stepped off the porch to the lawn chairs seems a magnet drew our bodies to touch. Her hips always ignite a sensation when they brush against me. There's a sensual gripping when I am close to her while her scent stirs all my sensory receptors to attention. We sat in the lawn chairs chatting the day's plans sipping coffee in the crisp spring morning breeze just as dawn welcomed in the day. She leaned to kiss the moisture from the corner of my lips as I fingered the fine gray hairs around her ear. Her hand still magnetic to my thigh rest in its fixed sitting position. Her profile, an artistic rendition of my dreams, still strikes a calmness deep within reminding me of the satisfaction she brings to my life. The glow of first light across her face presents a portrait of breathless pleasure sparkling in the diffused rising sunbeam thru the hovering evergreen bush. As I sipped from my favorite mug she spoke in her hypothyroid treated voice, " I am blessed to love and be loved by you."

 

My emotions are regularly over run with pleasures flooded by her nearness. At times I'm not sure if my feet actually touch the ground when walking with her while the aura radiating around her keeps my senses awakened to ever growing sensitivites. The intimacy of just being near her forever feels like a cloak of blessings spread over me and I never forget to remind her how much I appreciate her presence. Sitting there in the yard surrounded by the loveliness of now large evergreen bushes, trumpeting tiger lillies and over grown roses striking a sensual bell only we can hear.  I am in heaven's lounging room.

 

I drapped one of my sweat shirt jackets on her shoulders as she indicated the crisp air was still chilly. Her eyes twinkling their appreciation seemed to direct her lips to kiss my cheek bringing on a warmth to my body as if I had sipped on mysecond glass of wine. The peacefulness was enhanced by the nowsinging birds in the bushes the squirrels racing round the yard. She, alternating sips from our favorite flavored water beverage, interrupted my poetic senses with a request for a refill of our favorite brew. 

 

When I stepped down from the porch with mugs in hand the emptiness of her chair exploded in my line of vision and I felt an immediate eeriness settling over me. Eyes racing around the yard to every corner, every bush, every fence post, the gates, the parking pad... yet produced nothing but emptiness. I ran thru the front gate looking both ways for any sign of her and looked down the side street as well. My repeated search of the area came up empty while my senses seemed in a clamping vice. A storm of questions swirled around me spiriling like a tornado driving my heart to a pounding feeling as if it would burst. My chest was heaving though I was panting to take in enough air to breathe. Where is she? How could she disappear in a matter of moments? No indication of a struggle, no distress signs, no noise, no moans, no yells. Only the haunting lingering scent of her dangling round the chair.

 

The flavored water bottle sitting by the chair stands like a sentry holding secrets held in its moisture.

 

She's gone!

Let Me Hear That Song/Play that Symphony

 

I want to hear a song
never sung before
one that has not
ever seen a score.
 
Play me a melody, as my heart forms each word
sung for you tenderly, from a soul deeply stirred.
 
Let me hear the words
to the tune of leaves
drifting on the breath
of a soft summer breeze.
 
As nightingale calls, then so shall you hear
murmurs of tenderness, assuaging all fear.
 
The hum of water trickling
down a hillside in the park.
I want to hear a song twinkle
like stars in the dark.
 
A smatter of sparkle, like glints off of dew
the glad cry of mourning dove as dawn paints anew.
 
Let me hear the birds
on their symphony's scale
and a dogwood's bloom
take off and sail.
 
Soaring great heights, like Calliope's strains
prompt verses abundant 'cross hill, sea and plain.
 
The soft chatter of grass
changing with the wind
and an earthworm heading
back in the dirt again.
 
What does he seek, this one buried so deep,
who listens to grass; for dreams, hastens to sleep?
 
The squirrel sings a song
when cracking its nut
while ducks on the lake
leave a wavy rut.
 
Clouds soar o'erhead, their meandering trails
beckoning the restless: set your nomadic sails!
 
The sounds of her breath
when deep in a sleep
drawing me to occassionally
take a loving peek.
 
Slumbering still, do I sense he's nearby?
Is it mere wishful thinking, dare I hope for reply?
 
Oh, let me hear that song
never ever sung before
the one God wrote
and put on a score.
 
Lofty the echo, I am e're more falling
saved by the sound of my love's distant calling.
 
 
 
Del Cano 2007 April
Naia, May 2007
 

 

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