Our Bodies Had A Conversation

Our bodies had a conversation
actually they shared a speech.
All night long they spoke
while entangled in the sheets.

Our bodies had a good talk
minimal sounds being heard.
The interaction in bed
same as the spoken word.

Last night our bodies both
stood at the podium spot
preaching a sermon on passion
with all the love we've got.

The bed, in total disarray
must been privy to the speaking
pillows on the floor, sheets gone
we found what we'd been seeking.

Damn, we had a conversation
lasting all through the night
leaving me with a sensual feel
tired but feeling oh, so right. 

Del Cano 2008 July

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

 

May As Well Stop Kidding Myself

May as well stop kidding myself 
cause you know just as well as I
my mind lingers on you like dessert
apple or cream filled banana pie.

I can't help but relate you
to something quite good to eat.
When I feast my eyes on you
I see a saucy sugary treat.

Might as well stop this crap
and face up to what I'm feeling.
Get all out of balance with you
when you're near I'm reeling.

What's the use in trying to delay
need to take action this minute.
There's a charge of emotions brewing
not one reason not to jump in it.

Why did you allow me to wait
with us both stirring up this storm.
No not a sky full of dark clouds
hugging, embracing you in my arms.

Let's bring this stand off to a halt
allow this erotic crave to show its face.
Can't wait to feel you, caress you
most of all can't wait for my taste.

Del Cano 2008 June
12:23 PM 06/20

Thanks For Nothing

Thanks for nothing

our talk was barely more than a waste

you told me you had no idea why I hurt

showing disdain and apathy to my face.

 

Certain aloofness you show

almost like one acting in a play

denying you did anything wrong

and you have nothing to say.

 

Telling me there was nothing

that you had to address 

meant you totally ignored

what had me in utter duress.

 

How low can one reach

while claiming love is there

but somehow has no idea

what it is I've begged to share.

 

I have come to the conclusion

you dump so much in a pit

so you can close the door

and never have to deal with it.

 

There is no way you can

possibly make me believe

you have no idea why I hurt

or feel this constant grieve.

 

If that is what you honestly

want me to understand

then you must be telling

I'm just another crazy man.

 

Not after over and over pointing out

how you treat me with disrespect

The only conclusion I can draw

is that is purposeful neglect.

 

You are a full grown woman

in no way a budding child.

Yet, you can look me in the eye

and spew words of such revile.

 

Games baby, you deny you play

you'd rather make me believe

it must be in my mind the crap

or its some sort of pet peeve.

 

Uh, uh no more of this mess

my feelings are more than dust

and I will not allow you to continue

treating me as if had turned to rust.

 

The time is now, dear lady

join me in making this union real

or call it quits all together today

painful emotions will not be concealed.

 

Thanks for nothing

our talk was barely more than a waste

you told me you had no idea why I hurt

showing disdain and apathy to my face.

 

Del Cano 2008 June

 

 

It Is I

It is I who lurks near
stumbling from indecision
wanting to touch while
you're in my line of vision.

It is I who lingers in the corner
with a wanting yearn.
Yes, that was my breath
you felt as if it could burn.

It is I who comes just so close
you can feel the energy rise
as I lean in to see the depth
I imagine in your eyes.

It is I who takes a regular trip
over the hills and valleys of your bod
craving the heat to be created
as we share an explosive rod.

Yes, it's me creeping in your dreams
awakening you with a start
tingling and erupting volcanic pulses
causing a racing in our hearts.

One day I shall come to view
bold, alive and real to the touch
bringing with me the explosiveness
I've been craving far too much.

Del Cano 2008 June

Tags: Desire, cravings, waiting for the right time

A Part of Me Died Yesterday

Yesterday I laughed a lot
then cried and cried alone.
I loved deeply and devotedly
for she loved me as her own.

Within myself have I retreated
the pain too much to bare.
No one can ever really know
the sorrows hidden there.

Morning dawn erased the night
braced myself to face the day.
Realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday

Thoughts of her do a dance
maybe I stop and reflect too long
but whenever I have done that
can hear so clearly our song.

What is it I'm supposed to do?
I'm learning each step along the way
A very slow walk as you must know
seldom knowing what I need to say.

A visitor or even a phone call
makes me stumble in some way
realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday.

Packing clothes or other things
that labor of love I can feel
Each break from the chores
reminds me I love her still.

Often the house seems empty
I walk around as if trying to see
if more than her spirit is lingering
with her reaching out to me.

Birds called me awake this morn
on the porch to hear what they say
realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday.

Del  Cano 2008 April

Its Coming Soon

The yard seems to quietly beg
for me to tend its spring hair
though the calendar marked the day
winter still lingers in the air.

The sun came out of the shadows
today as if it tried to be warm
Planting in my mind the tasks
when spring holds me in arm.

Rakes, hoes, shovels, the tools
for the season's coming need.
I can hear the snowball tree's buds
calling out to the sun in a plead.

All this feels as if nature is late
in bringing on its patterned stage.
Storms, signs of water on the ground
winter is slow to turn the page.

But I know it is really near
as I lean on this push broom
can feel the vibes all moving
spring is coming real soon.

Del Cano 2008 April