The Last Tear, The Last Kiss

The last tear caressed your cheek,
kissed your throat and touched its
wet fingers
to the pale of your breast.
We kissed.
We made
furious, frantic love
and then, still gasping,
not yet recovered, you
e v a p o r a t e d,
a tear on my cheek
I don't want to sweep away
but must
if I want to see again.