Footprint Stamps Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Her heart was an island that I explored
In glee.
Her hands, her thighs
even her smile.
Strangers that would become friends.
At first we were silent
Who would've thought the possibility,
In reference to past mistakes.
Places advised not to go,
This was my first time in an island
paradise.
I wandered through the sun in search
of night.
Under the thick shade of palm tree hair,
Tropical punch lips sitting
by the ocean side.
In a blink
The eclipse of her eyes shot past
like a thief in the night.
Searching for anything of value.
My newfound friends grabbed me tight
Tighter than I've ever been grabbed in
life.
Before a single word could be said.
They ran off with my passport
& Took all of my money.
All of my freedoms, all of my
liberations.
Ran beside her, bursting out at the
seams.
I too chased behind her
Her footprints the continuing stamp
on my passport
When it comes to her heart