All Things Poetic

Mango Tree

...by the river underneath the mango tree I wait with bated breath to rediscover the love left behind at Melrose Place. the stone must be broken to reveal the beauty which lies inside and always lived. don't run ahead just wait for me to take your  hand in mine from before across the Potomac, winding along the trail that leads to anew...

Tangled and Twisted

What is love really?
I'll tell you what love is he said, and from there she was taken.
From the floor to the ceiling, falling up and sliding in his being like it was hers.
This gentle giant with moves like a cat owning enough lives to bring her to her knees.
Ten past two clocks strike but time is of no consequence for this thing called her best kept secret.
Rough and tumble the floor is quaking from his spell like he slipped sex into her coffee.
And more than high this goes. Past the fairytale and spun into the sheets. An abyss of lovemaking.
Yes! She is taken. Yes! She is thrown and with his slight of hand she can't even remember what came before this moment.
How did he get here? With eyes closed, mouth open and hungry for his food. A meal consisting of talks of life beyond two. A full course of the stuff that makes your insides do cartwheels.
Too much, too little, just enough. What is this hold? Doth I protest too much? Doth I speak of lips wet that speak a language only they can decifer.
With the familiar upside-down the moon never looked so beautiful. In the company of nature humming on the path of fate that twists and turns and winds around their hands intertwined as if that was their place. And her place is filled. Spilling over with the knowledge that he is real.
An open book for her to dive into.
Pages and pages of chapters of goodness with a surprise ending that will shake all those around them.
What is love?
It will be this. This thing here. This exact moment of connection.
It will grow, it will deepen, it will explore every boundary and surpass it ten times over because he said so.
Yes. She is taken.
He has scooped her up and laid her down all tangled and twisted in this soon to be love.

Tiffani C. Powell
Copyright August 2004

3am

If it pleases you, may I hold your hand until my palms sweat?

Would it be alright if I curl up next to you in the middle of the night?

Is it okay to dart my eyes when you look at me cuz your smile makes me blush?

There's no sense in faking it. Your presence gives me a rush.

Will you come away with me my beautiful one-my heart overgrown?

Would you mind making love to me, our hearts pounding, sweat drops dripping and landing on my belly that will someday expand from our love?

Am I allowed to think of you always and forget why I came down to the kitchen?

Tiffani C. Powell
Copyright January 2005

Saturday's aroma

Saturday's Aroma

shape your dreams and bring it back to saturday's aroma of waffles and cream our very own lovers lane and vanilla bean.

peep little man blow bubbles, steal smiles and coos to set us free from 2004 took only seven days to fall head under feet along the esplanade of rolling rapids that carried my 10-speed to you.

that torrid affair filled notebooks of words like tangled and twisted and come what may to take your hand to fabricate conundrums no choices but to escape to the Bowry my dowry was not much cuz my love is free.

so meet me at the treehouse by the rivers edge to dwell in happiness an agreement made with a handshake to take off into a space that knows no boundaries.

fresh eyes collect new life movies curiosity peaked now belly is full with functional love to cozy up to and be lazy with.

us now three, the best thing i ever did counts sheep so sweet - your eyes, my nose bonded forever him you me.

those rings fit cinderella style off to golden gates your arts and crafts taught that if you're patient and wait cupids reward is ten times your deposit.

and my account is protected by your guaruntee, your vows and promises came true my dysfunction set free.

no time wasted to create this family tree you envelope me priority to feel special 365 days, weeks, hours you work to ensure his history won't require therapy cuz pre-fab is in and there's no sin against mixing it up - a new flavor for baby boy to savor being different sometimes means taking a chance or a leap.

with your love outstretched you led me to green pastures soul restored and thirsty for more of our story's happy ending began the day you knealt down and rubbed my feet....your world is a beautiful adventure, my puzzle is complete.

Tiffani C. Powell
Copyright May 2007

Like Cocaine

**You'll find this poem on my CD, "On Her Own"

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I have a secret.  She's my secret.  It's her.

I'm taken in swirled around and intoxicated by her like cocaine, sweet chocolate and sex all at once my secret.

Every time is like the first time.  Her clean and pure tastes like candy I beg for more.

Even though she's everything I am not.  Everything they told me I could be yet I still love her like cocaine.

I'm addicted and high off her.  There, there she is laughing at me, deep devilish laugh because they say she is it.

Her it resonates because everyday I see her and hear her and study her and it stings like the first blow and yet I still love her.

Will she release me?  Am I free to taste and indulge in another for I try.

I try to turn on her.  Sniff in and blow out but quick and cold she can be my secret.

But who can ignore the goodness?  Her long, hot shot of perfection her it.

Even though she taunts me.  Even though she pulls me in only to shut me out I still love her like cocaine.

But she is who she is.  The epitome of desire.  Honest desire.

The perfect white line on the perfect clear glass of my body and I continue to love her...

I can't help it.

Copyright 2001

Tiffani C. Frost

Sprung

**You'll find this poem on my CD, On Her Own"

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Ooh I love my man.  And my man loves me.

It’s like no other this thing we got going on.

Don't you know what you do when you touch, lick, suck, pull, devour this is the hour for love.

Tell me jump and I’ll ask how high cuz my body is under your command…I am your servant of love. 

I’ll be a good girl if you do it just right cuz your touch is never wrong. 

I can’t stand up for falling down into your lap of luxury, luxurious, stupendous, delicious, nasty, hot, wet…did I leave anything out?  Because I seem to lose all sense, vocabulary, articulation when you articulate your tongue down my body and into my special place that is now your place of feast.  And feast on.

No need to rush.  The phone is unplugged and I am plugged into you and your grip.  Work on my love, work on.

Overtime, under time, extra credit, after school- believe me, you got the job that you applied for: The Certified Executive Officer Of My Stuff.

And my stuff, my heart, my soul, my future is all yours. 

So do with me what you will.  Lights on or off.  Before work, maybe a light snack, after dinner with a cherry on top, that’s you. 

Anyway you slice it, you and I just fit.  You slide into me and I melt into you.  Our bodies are a perfect match and you love to perfection every time. 

So hurry hurry, step right up and get yours.

Daylights burnin’ and I can’t wait for your love.

Tiffani C. Frost

Copyright 2004

Classically In Love

**You'll find this poem on my CD, "On Her Own"

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Romeo and Juliet have nothing on us.

We are more than classically in love.  It is syrupy sweet, poetic, supernatural, not of this century.

How do I love thee?  As deep as your canyon goes.  Repelling down to me all geared up for a whisk away to Melrose Place.

And you need not worry my love, for I will be your superhero from the Lily.  As you have been mine.

With your massive heart reaching out and saying to me, “I just want to love you.”

And it’s those six words that send me to your wonderland.

Where your buildings stretch high past the clouds that dance for us.

And if you take my hand I will follow you to Verona, where we’ll begin our travels to create a being that’s you and me.

No, Romeo and Juliet have nothing on us.

My wordsmith, my outdoorsman, my new model of love.

And who knew we would ever be?  Who knew our paths would cross and bring us to mountainous lands of love?

Adoring, exemplifying and gratifying what’s meant to me.

Stolen kisses, hideaways, getaways, secret talks that last all night.

Drawing me into your reality that was once my dream.

A field full of horses running wild, sunflowers smiling to the sun, wind in my hair and you beside me whispering, “Welcome home.”

What would be my life without you?  It was the day before you said, “I love you.” Because that was the beginning of the rest of my life…Shakespeare couldn’t have written it better.

Tiffani C. Frost

Copyright 2004