What if I were turned on by seemingly innocent words such as
'scumble,' 'pinky,'
or 'extrapolate?'
What if I maneuvered conversation in the hope that others would
pronounce these words?
Perhaps the excitement would come from the way the other person
touched them lightly and carelessly with his tongue.
What if 'of' were such a hot button?
'Scumble of bushes.'
What if there were a hidden pleasure
in calling one thing
by another's name?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Playful lines that I find so whimsically naughty, that words less than innocent should appear in forms other than what emotions they could evoke. Like whispering dirty little nothings into a lovers ear... Truly enjoyable read, Miss Armantrout.