As many words
for orgasm as the Inuit
have for snow, and my old friend
tells me she’s never, so I offer
to take her out to eat, twice;
it doesn’t make sense, she
a sexy woman, me
a language teacher,
the world’s our oyster so to speak,
and not to go out for Paella, whatever,
to discuss The Orgasm in detail,
over a few jugs of fruity Sangria,
seems absurd, peculiar,
however, I never did discover,
if she ever learned to speak Inuit,
back with her partner
now, or not.
08?
noidea
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2 comments:
wonderful narrative. enjoyed the quirky simplicity of language which was, sort of, meta-ironic, give the subject. bravo!
One of the many Inuit words for snow is naklin--forgotten snow.
"Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one learned in school," Einstein said. And what Blake called "the lineaments of gratified desire" are what remain after the naklin.
Unless the summer of your discontent has been prolonged, in which case your face might bear an "où sont les neiges d' antan?" expression.
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