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 
I’m speechless Christine. This is beyond beautiful You have defined the epitome of love, passion, and intimacy in your beautiful words.Love, love, love this.
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I am so glad that this spoke so movingly to you Megha
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Love this one. Wonderful.
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Thank you so much A. Marie
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Such is the instant sense, transcendent knowing of connection, vulnerability justified, that takes us out of the world of words, where even “love” seems too small a word, a pale shadow of that reality which leave us no way to not “be here now.” I wonder whether having words for that might spoil the moment, maybe, but still, what a gift to poets, except it might deprive them of the challenge of seeking them so beautifully.
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There is something so powerful about those moments when the rest of the world dissolves. Language seems so inadequate to capture them.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – skin touching skin – wonder
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Reblogged this on Megha's World and commented:
Come read the epitome of love, passion and intimacy by my dear friend Christine,
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Love this!!!!!!! Your words are so powerful …… so passionate!!!! 🙂
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Thank you so much Patty.
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wow, this poem gave me the feels, for sure.
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I’m so glad!
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Perhaps you don’t need 50 different words to describe what you have written so exquisitely.
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You are very kind to say so.
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If there were at least 50 words to describe those feelings I wouldn’t have been able to read this wonderful piece. 😊
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That is indeed true! So glad you enjoyed it.
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Wonderful
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Thank you Andrew!
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Oh my, Christine!!! This is one of your most elegant and exquisite pieces! I really, really loved this! And you are right by the way – there should be 50 words to describe that blissful feeling of which you speak, and speak so well! Bellissimo, Christine, Bellissimo!!
xoxo
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Glad that you enjoyed it Chuck
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Do Not Miss – Christine’s elegant and exquisite post – “Skin – Revisited”
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