Gold Never Rusts - (for Rain's return)

Absolutely no rust on the tip of your Bic!
When you come back it's an orgasm of ink!
My eyes are tingling for more of your verse
The rain storm returns lifting the silent curse
Your thunder shakes me with vibrations in words
Now my spirit can rise up beyond soaring birds
To slide back down your rainbow into your pool of gold
Then swim in your ink for which my soul has been sold