I Heard The Wind Before I Died

I heard the wind before I died
the swoosh surrounding me
Those engulfing rushes
of unruly patterns filled
with ecstasy.

I heard the wind before I died
which gripped my very soul
in fathoms of pleasured
monstrosities its touches
deep and bold.

I heard the wind before I died
whose lust was of a hue
of a colored masterpiece
which explodes within
my view.

I heard the wind before I died
as you birth my senses real.
Added deminsions of passion
to levels I never knew
could feel.

I died a death of pleasure
you touched me to the core
and opened up a new heaven
holding wide a lovin door.

Del Cano 2006 Jan

 

 

 

Our Own Place

Our spirits dance a dance
reaching the highest power
as each sends out energy
which meets within the hour  

All the messages are fed
into this volcanic brew
as its pumped and stirred
by thoughts of me and you.  

Then from time to time
sensuous lava does flo
making room for more passion
to have a place to go.  

In every stormy wave
there rides upon the tips
cravings to fulfill the lust
with feverish moistured lips  

In this, our own starry abode
enchantment fills the place
as I float on pure sensations
always seeing your face.  

Del Cano 2006 Jan

I Cried

Fingers held back
lips puckered to kiss
arms aching for you
needing Poetic Bliss

Desire dangling
swollen to a rage
every sense feeling
trapped, caged

That dead feeling
broke thru the crust
confirming tonight
there can be no "US"

I cried. I cried
torrents of tears.
Vulnerable, open,
facing those fears.

I cried. I cried
for every lone night
wanting, needing
you as my light.

I cried. I cried
tears of lament
wailing love's
torment.

I cried. I cried
a relentless flood
tears tracking like
facial mud.

O, I cried. I cried
for all the days
we missed sharing
our lover's craze.

I cried. I cried
for all the nights
you danced in mind
in angelic lights.

I cried. I cried
for failing you
in not being
all I could be.

I cried. I cried
for different worlds
we share in our
spins and twirls.

I cried. I cried
for want to share
yet knowing I can't
be there.

I cried. I cried
myself to fever
wanting, needing
a total griever.

I cried. I cried
in the knowing
this ache shall
continue blowing.

I cried. I cried
for your needs
passions fire,
your bleeds.

I cried. I cried
for how your stance
reaching for solace
in another romance.

I cried. I cried
cause I can't
do, give more
than rants.

I cried. I cried.
a lover's scene
for the love of
my Queen.

I cried. I cried
a river's wash
too deep for a
dam to squash.

I cried. I cried
taking not pause
nor celebrating
or being Santa Claus.

O love. I cried
for miles so far
wishing to be
where you are.

I cried and cried
till eyes were swoll
for every thought
you are the goal.

I cried. I cried
life's falling apart.
Got you so deep
way down in...
my heart.

I CRIED!

Del Cano 2005 Dec
 

What If

What if you had not been
my real fantasy come true.
There'd not be much of me
if there had not been you.

What if I hadn't recognized
your lovely face that day
and walked straight towards you
as our eyes met that way?

What if you had not returned
the love started in my fantasy.
There would not be the songs
sung with love by you and me.

When the whole world looks
at the stars or a sunset too
my eyes are fixed, staring
on the sunrise of you.

All of life's burdens are lighter
with you, here by my side.
Glad the angels heard your prayer
which filled my soul with pride.

Del Cano 2005 Dec

Dreams Exhaled

I should have read "Goodnight"
last night before I went to bed.
Might not have had rumblings
dancing bout my head.

Could have just smiled in jest
invited your spirit in real close
Allowing dreams to exhale
accepting your healing dose.

By 4:00 AM while sipping tea
could have been sweeter still.
Your dash of honey dripped
droplets adding to the thrill.

Such a big sigh let loose
secrets spreading to light.
Casting off the shadows
hidden in the dead of night.

I made it tho, as you see
but didn't count one sheep.
Candy canes a dancing
as I drifted off to sleep.

Del Cano 2005 Nov

 

Christmas Memories

 

 Christmas Memories
 
I see hard striped candy in the bowl
The one grandma gave to us
So many aromas to inhale
Turkey, ham, duck, greens, yams, kale
Even a hog head we might behold.
 
Awesome were the visual delights
Sweet potato pies, chocolate cake
Cookies, rising buns, candy galore
 Leaving barely room for any more
And constant Christmas blinking lights.
 
Each morsel, every tidbit of taste
Solidified in my memory bank.
Brazil nuts, walnuts, pecans, other nuts
Never let my taste buds fall in ruts
Every bite found its permanent space.
 
Today, after all these many years
Those holiday memories are locked tight
In my  pallets view and my heart’s mind
Pine cones and needles, yew, scotch pine
Always evoke happy holiday tears.
 
With the holidays so close and such
Lets see spicy turkey, ham, deer, mutton--
Just mulling over what I might prepare
Maybe gumbo, with a New Orleans flair
What ever, should not make too much.
 
No family, no matter how large they be,
Can consume all the morsels of the holidays
All those taste and visual pleasantries
And, oh, so many  holiday melodies 
Produced from ones Christmas memories.
 

Del Cano 2002
 
 
 

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is always
a requirement we need
it not only releases pain
it stops a future bleed.

No way will I tote round
the crap some one else did
I forgive and learn from it
for it will ever stay hid.

Beyond that I am selfish
will not give them the satisfaction
to know I'm carrying their angst
not allow pain from their action.

The best to do is to forgive
get that poison out of your heart
no matter what they do or say
then you have the better part

Del Cano 2005 Dec

Response to "How Do We Forgive" by Dianna
From her journal Dianna's Mindless Musings
http://journals.aol.com/sazzylilsmartazz/TheHellaciousHereticGoesAMuse-in/