Classical Idiom Alive in Soap

Backed by three
biscuit-tin houses
I saw the bubble;
a tensile fist-sized sphere
licked in oily rainbow
Waver like a drunken moon
Drop
ffffffffffits
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Trace
like a finger on a dust
smeared bookshelf
Its tentative undulating chrism

I did not hear the
pop
nor see that round belly split.
It lurched high
dithered in its overreaching
rolled and span and dared me
to ape its giddy hubris
Then Helios agape and chiding
His maw unlatched
and gulped my cocky satellite
down his star wet gullet
Whole.