Eye Spy.

Through every crowd of human beings
runs a river of deep blues,
sea foam greens,
and caramel browns.
The eye is outlined by bristles
of a paint brush, commonly used
for butterfly kisses that tickle the skin.
Inside these football shaped slits
lies a filmy, white bulb
complimented with crimson veins
creeping across a coat of lacquer.
The iris radiates hues of gold and auburn
while acting as a garland
around an infinite black abyss.
Salty pools of water sink
into the duct of the eye,
allowing streams of mascara
to trace a map down a damp cheek.
The blossoming red branches
become more vibrant and
the russet cornea seems to be floating
in a sea of whisked cream.
Blinking away the puddles,
they glisten like that of fireflies
dancing in the darkness.
The one window in which you see through
is of the utmost unnoticed.