Tears Hold the Lusture of Two Meteors

Meteors do not shine long fill your eyes and stow away their lusture quick and fast etch in memory so that it ever lasts you need not flame this is the 'arrival' I have erased the 'departure' from my grey cells you are here to stay sure as hell I cannot risk those nights I tossed hard aching deep inside each line on my face drawing your visage my eyes wistfully waiting for that loving touch plenty of which I used to obtain as such now you have touched me again sun is shining and it is raining as well it is the four eyes that are flooding the floor on which we made love. We met again like meteors and hold their lusture in tears that drop.