I blink.
Iridescence coats my inner eyelid,
collects and nestles
in my eye's great valley -
rounds and conglomerates, spherical,
then emerges, rolling,
wet, from the duct.
It slides between features,
tumbles by mountainous nose,
hills like cheeks - free,
trembling on skin vibrations...
Then, catching lips,
it hangs a moment, paused,
full with elated turmoil,
and teeters, slips off,
endless,
into a deep blue abyss of outer self.
