I see each rectus contacting, the trochlea pulling, the pupils widening, the humour flowing - the discs glowing. I look into your eyes. I see love. Right there between the orbital fissures. Plastered on the conjunctiva for all to see. Through the optic canal is my passage to your mind. Your Iris drowns me in colour as I flow through your rainbow. Your pupil hangs me like a doll. Your retina catches me in the net that branches with my love for you. And when our eyes connect, its like a jolt of thunder that tingles down my spine. And then we smile.
And I am no more, the beast.