It is rumored that there are 50 words
In the Eskimo language for snow
I ponder
Why are there not 50 words in the
English language
That I could draw upon
To describe that moment
When your bare skin
Touches my bare skin?
Many call me a writer, a poet
And yet words utterly fail me when I try to capture
That first exquisite brush of contact
There should be words to convey
How many textures a single human body can contain
From the smoothest silk of the insides of your arms
The iron of your biceps
The hair on your chest
The calluses on your feet when our legs brush
There should be a whole new language
To describe
The warmth of your body under our sheets
Pressed up against mine
It is not just the heat of rising passion
It is also tender blush
That spreads from my cheeks to my toes
Warmth that radiates outwards
Easing my winter chill
There should be at least 50 words
To describe the sensation of
Our mouths meeting in the middle of the night
We have created a symphony, a lilting duet
Between us for lips and tongues and teeth
That has only been refined over the years
There should be at least 50 words
In this inadequate mother tongue
For how the feel of your nakedness
Pressed reverently against mine
Our lips and hands entangled in each other
Takes me blessedly away
From the chaotic overpopulated city inside my head
Allowing me for a moment
Just to be
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Love it…amazing poem.
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Thank you so much
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lovely
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thank you
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This is truly stunning.
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Thank you so much
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Kate Bush♡
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Her LP, 50 Words For Snow 🙂
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At the risk of you thinking me a philistine, I must admit that I have never been a huge Kate Bush fan although I adore Running Up the Hill
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Fair enough most don’t like her in the USA but that’s just what I thought of with this poem because she sings the 50 Words For Snow 😉 being French I never deny having odd taste by American standards! ♡
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I actually know lots of Americans who are fans– I thought it was me who was weird!
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Inadequate mother tongue–nice!
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Thank you kindly
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this is lovely
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thank you!
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Eskimo languages actually have 1 or 2 root words for snow. They have countless (way more than 50) fully formed words for snow, but that’s just because their grammar uses affixes to handle what English would handle with extra words. So, it’s really just an artifact of grammar.
…I know. I’m fun at parties too.
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I like facts– I just don’t always like them to stand in the way of poetry!
You last line made me laugh. Linguist?
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Just to the B.A., but I work with Inupiat, so it comes up a lot.
(I really do like the poem.)
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🙂
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Beautiful! Your words capture everything in those moments of intimacy and pleasure.
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Thank you!
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