Elizabeth Alford

My Lips Recall the Hills

My lips recall the hills
and valleys of your body:

the dips, the gentle swells
of flesh like fertile earth,

the curvature of hips and breasts
beckoning like mountains,

tracing secret paths,
parting hairs like grass,

how salty lakes of sweat reflect
my lamplight’s golden glow.

Elizabeth Alford (Hayward, CA) is a voracious carbnivore who has also been known to eat her own words. See more of her work @ Facebook.com/ElizabethAlfordPoetry