All Seeing Eye

Way up here,
eyes leak against the wind;
goosebumps speckle between my freckles.
It is the horror, not the height, which disturbs me.
Tears aren't wind-formed, nor chills borne from cold.
The sights are amazing.
I see you.
You smile at her, then kiss.
And slowly on, the wheel grinds forward--
deft reminder that what goes around comes around.
I watch you lost in cotton-candy,
sticky caresses shared,
way down there.

The double Triquain Swirl can be rhyming or non-rhyming. The syllable pattern is: 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3.