Closed Eyelids Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I remember the last trip,
You offered me a sip of your heart.
The foam of infatuation covered
In the form of lips.
I recall the taste of passion fruit.
Staring at your face,
The chill sent down my spine after staring in your eyes.
How easily one sip
Turned into a couple.
Splashed against the taste buds
Of something new.
My taste buds & how I feel towards you, no longer resistant to change.
A tremendous vacation, the last trip
Bits of you swirled around my mouth
Pieces of your face behind
Closed eyelids