I Fished

I fished and then did it some more
didn't have the type rods and reels I needed
caught a few but lost lots by the score
grandson had a ball trying to cast and pleaded.

The pond was calm most times
frogs and crickets kept up their tune
a few catfish wrote me some rhymes
but the bass told me they'd be back soon.

The deer watched from edge of the woods
dogs barking kept their peeping at bay
rabbits and squirrels scurried with their goods
while the birds listened to what I'd say.

I fished and fished some more
casted out to many a potential dish
Loved watching as they snapped my bait
and came home with loads of fish.

Del Cano 2008 September

R & B Slow Dance

Just as the band left for a break
the DJ played R & B to be kind.
Bobby Womach in the background
familiar words dangling in mind.

A trip to the bar raised eyebrows
the lady smiled from ear to ear.
Spinning in her seat like a prize
anticipating my getting near.

Those wet lips looked tasty
as I perused her mellow tones
feeling instant rush of excitement
reaching way down to my bones.

We both knew words had to come
not wanting to miss this chance.
Extended my hand out to her
as she whispered, can we dance.

Like a gentleman will, held her hand
while my eyes took in her sights.
Walking just behind her to the spot
we ended up out of the lights.

Now Johnnie Taylor was in a croon
she draped her hand on my arm
and as we two-stepped slowly
could feel that rising charm.

Suddenly she was closer to me
holding me tighter as we moved.
Nothing but music between us
as we slipped off in our groove.

Said she'd been watching me
chatting moving round the room.
Hoping we'd have an encounter
if not she was leaving soon.

Her radiating jasmine and roses
scents which make me weak
engulfed my senses totally
till I found it hard to speak.

Bodies moving in unison
any couple is known to reach
that point of ecstatic revelry
as the music starts to preach.

Al Green changed the song
slowed movement to a crawl.
Holding me even tighter
whispering I'm having a ball.

Silence between us had no affect
our bodies had a damn good talk.
Deep off into our very own groove
wondered if I could later walk.

We, in almost motionless pose
bumping and grinding in our stance.
Holding tightly each others mass
hard to call what we did a dance.

Felt her tongue at my ear
followed by moans and long sighs.
We'd reached that certain pentacle
seeing the known glazing of her eyes.

She said, baby, please
can we get outta this joint.
To hell with the band and DJ
got a need and special want.

While staring at each other
standing close face to face.
I hurriedly went and paid the tab
and got the hell outta that place.

Del Cano 2008 July

Desire

Desire is an entrapment
forcing images and feelings
we love to linger within.
Raises heat we were not aware
was available
nor was in existence.

Desire can be an encumbrance
which gets our emotions moving.
It makes me wonder of the traits
a woman or a man has which calls out
to us.

Every cell and organ of our bodies
reacts to it's drive and upsets the cart.
I can be minding my own business
when suddenly desire raises its head.
Causes an uneasiness, a deep
sudden throbbing and an arising.

Without the least bit of warning
desire can explode within driving its
need to a crescendo forcing that
cry of need to the surface.

Oh, but desire reminds me
I am still alive
and remain a sexual being
in an often dull uncaring world.

It lets me know others
can reach my inner self
tickling the need to be wanted
to be needed

to be to be hugged

to be touched by another
with similar desires

To be sated.

Desire is all about sex
in its rawest form.

Del Cano 2008 October