Wanderlove

I heard the Andes in her mouth

and her tongue, made of Persian sands

danced through her Eiffel teeth

The Nile and the Amazon

were her lips, running smooth with

my favorite taste:

Fettuccini Alfredo, tasteful to my ears

I heard her speak, yodeling through Fjords,

words dancing around me in tribal fashion

American rain formation

and the Serengeti lion predation

And I heard only songs of the Kangaroo

with rowbeats of the Viking strong

Then, she stopped speaking

And the world was flat again

Author's Note

inspired by some girl in my class with an accent