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An Epic Love For Women

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I know you're not here

but you are in my heart 

so 

you are always with me

i'll just slip into you

with these words.
 
I know 
there are mountains
dwarf the cities below 
peaks that stride above the heavens
attempt to graze the planets if even so lightly.

That
there is a special star that rises daily
against shades of air lit.

They tell me
there is a wide deep void that is grand - a canyon
not too far for any adventurer who dares to look down its throat.

Our world is tightly splattered in miraculous views.

I remember diving through the horizon 
where on the other side
I found intricate scenes

I walked down a dock straight into an orange wine sunset
through to steps led to a bridge 
walked across to an enchanted glitter covered road
to a winding path with a floating pink shaded fog
until I wandered into an explosion of nature.

Once,
alone,
I witnessed a mud escarpment
with splashes of burgundy, shades of maroon,
tones in burnt copper and chestnut browns.
I found a rare waterfall 
rushing down into an inviting pool
a crystal clear deep blue lagoon unused
around it emerald spruces gathered in a cluster of trust.

All in all so alluring I willingly stripped bare and melted into
the refreshing fully chilled basin down to its coral bottom.
I was greeted by an array of tropical aquatic life.
Nude, free, happy
I swam in the simplicity of the moment.

Another time it was
a blinding white wavy desert floor 
totally stripped for miles,
then one 
just one live growing plant 
it looked like tall fanned out verdant fingers.
Remarkable,
however 
what a thin shadow it cast.

A bright blue scrim provided a contrast 
framed for a photographer to snap.
Floats in white, 
scarce 
were frozen in place 
and not a wire was evident,
just motionless etchings.

I sat on the burning sand 
took a position and meditated.
My mantra, 
rebounded off the thickness of the sultry atmosphere 
I heard my own voice return to fill me.
I bathed in the simplicity of the moment.

Yes
I love this world
All its treasures
I swear  

But you,
ah you

Not all of nature 

Not the sun that lights the day
sprinkles the skin in its brilliant sheen
or the moon that with 
its romantic smile
its alluring suggestions 
seduces even the least romantic of us.

Not the miraculous 
vegetation of every kind 
or the moss laden beds where lovers have often laid as one
linked to one another - inspired by natures erotic whisper.

Ah
but you,

I would sacrifice all else,

just to breathe in your love 
just to bathe in you.

You my passionate want.

Our love is my Mecca.

When I hold you softly in the strength of my arms.
Touching your face sends shivers through my consciousness,
holding your hand is like plugging into bliss,
watching your mouth,
the dent above your lips,
you know I overdose ecstatic 
when mine touches yours.

I want to stay - mine on yours,
as we speak, as we dream.
How I love your smile your laugh.

I hold you in the enchantment of my mind.
I caress you in the secret chambers of my dreams.
I cherish your scent - infinite, singular, invigorating.
I roll with you in the autumn leaves of my imagination.

I wish you everything - for you are everything to me.

I would if I could
I would reach beyond my grasp to,

to pull Magic from my hat.
Squeeze a snowball into a skating rink
just to dance on water with you.

I will love you into our after life,
no man as fortunate as me. 

They say reach for the stars 
you may end up with the moon.
I reached.
I got you,
my universe.
No man as fortunate as me.

Let me make every step you take safe, secure, pillowy soft
try not to faint from the sheer fragrance of you.

               Together we are sunset shadows,
shadows that will never fade.
               Imprinted permanently on the iris 
of the early evening sky light.

(pause)

do you remember back when we just met

do you remember when it started to sleet
when we used the bark from trees
to toboggan down the circled path of the mountain

dizzy 
we hit the brakes

brakes crafted
from the branches of a spruce 

but friction 
lit them like matches on kerosene 

and i really think the smoke filled
our lungs
travelled to our heads
because
even before the sleet turned to hail
we slipped under the lawn

spent hours and hours
covered in each other's silky embrace
and i confess i peered at every drop of you
treated my eyes to your 
unveiled 
natural 
naked 
nothing but you 
splendour
i held that moment 
fragile as it was
with the greatest of care
and hold it still with the same reverence

and i really think nothing should feel

that good 

because 

it just led us to lock lips 
and you know i could of kissed you 
an eon 
passed through it
as if it were a fraction of a second

our hearts synced
and i really think that
our breathing
our voices 
melting into the air
playing like music 
is what drove us mad 

and i get very creative 
when i go mad 
the stuff "crazy good" is made of

it must of worked because
we finally reached the peak of our crescendo 
laid in the sublime of one another
i must of loss consciousness 

because

i still don't remember our rendezvous ending

but it must of

because i immediately 
felt your absence 

and i really think that's why 
i wrote you

why i wrote

wanna slip under the lawn

   again

and i really think that's why
we've been 

why we've been 

     together forever

Dec 2015
armand 



Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/7/2016 11:01:00 AM
I'm always moved by your words, sometimes reading your poem once is not enough. Better yet, I might be full of emotions of all sort after the first few reads... That's why I move to the next, just to be filled with even more emotions. Or passion, that's what I love about you, I never known what to expect. Brilliant as always. Linda
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Date: 5/26/2016 1:14:00 PM
A wonderful piece. I love this beautiful share
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Date: 3/11/2016 7:18:00 PM
Brilliant Armand. When we find that one growing plant among the miles of barren desert, how it seems like, or really is, more than just two people. Tapped into the absolute gift from God himself, allowing us to share the Spiritual mastery of the temporal, so well displayed by your “an eon passed through it as if it were a fraction of a second”. To the days ahead, when we will be able to ‘squeeze a snowball into a skating rink’. I love this poem and how you showed the essence of the gift.
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Date: 3/2/2016 8:14:00 AM
What a lovely page with a profound group of words. I am loving every aspect of this piece. Thumbs up friend and a definite 7
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Date: 1/25/2016 11:21:00 AM
An Epic piece in every sense Maurice. Enjoyed this very much!.
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Date: 1/5/2016 3:40:00 PM
Just dropping by to let you know you're missed & say Happy New Year! Keep them coming! Light & Love
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Date: 1/4/2016 1:03:00 PM
Excellent, Armand!! As you might know I am not one for lengthy poems, but this one grabbed my attention from the start and did not let go till it came to the end! Emotions, imagery and creativity intertwine in a delightful blend. A fav for me! ~ All the best.....paul
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Date: 1/2/2016 3:46:00 PM
You are not only a poet Armand , but you are an artist , a painter of words and sculpturer of imagination.. Awesome. Happy New Year dear friendm still in my prayers.
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Date: 1/2/2016 1:30:00 PM
- A amazing poem, Armand ! - Fill your heart with happiness, inspiration and joy - For you and your family ~ I wish you a wonderful new year - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 12/31/2015 9:26:00 AM
For me Armand, you are an exceptional talent. This poem is masterful and I am Honored to have read it. From your verses you fill the world with oxygen! Happy New year my friend.
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Date: 12/30/2015 7:12:00 PM
Keep writing that way, Armand, and you will be the epic love of women everywhere! so many gorgeous images. I wish I could do that many in one poem!! An amazing poem and a fave. And thanks so much for visiting my poems today. They are nothing great lately. Too many Christmas contests still going on .haha!!
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Date: 12/30/2015 7:07:00 PM
We all are here now, Armand :-). How I've missed your poetry...poignantly sweet, touchingly exquisite... sentient and oh so appealing... Thank you. Sending you cyber hugs this season of hope and love. May you and your household have the best year ahead!
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Date: 12/30/2015 6:40:00 PM
Wow, as a brush is to an artist, the pen is your tool as you write the landscape of love. So very expressive, I love the way you form your poetry, a story, a glimpse into your core. Hugs xxx
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Date: 12/30/2015 4:14:00 PM
A heartfelt poem, Maurice...Happy New Year ~LINDA~
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Date: 12/30/2015 8:18:00 AM
Impressively romantic, dear Maurice! A seven. Hope you and your family has a: Happy New Year! May the Good Lord, grant you health, love, happiness And the realization of each of your dreams!
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Date: 12/29/2015 5:18:00 PM
An epic piece my friend. Hoping you have a better 2016.
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Date: 12/29/2015 4:01:00 AM
Great romantic Maurice.. I hv missed reading ur work!
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Date: 12/28/2015 6:22:00 PM
The most romantic man ever :) Love this poem.
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Date: 12/28/2015 5:32:00 PM
Wow, amazing, I will read this a few times to savor it! Beautiful poem Armand
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Date: 12/28/2015 5:20:00 PM
I'm absolutely speechless at the intense breathtaking imagery in this epic poem - WoW Armand I would LOVE to hear you reciting this - into faves so i can dip into its deliciousness time after time:-) love and hugs Jan xx
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