Circle

Iridescent points of light
in the orbit of your eyes shining,
in the nightly blackness like a cat’s eyes gleaming.
The Hawk watchingh its prey, prowling high,
Circling around before the deadly plunge below.

Like the time we wed, your ring round my finger
Then my slim waist balling over, no time to linger
Babes to feed, clean, grow and garner
And me, a ready groupie, hostess to your World,
Whirling the social round your career to advance.

A place of spherical splendour our house,but no home,
caught in your Circle, no corner to call my own and roam
your love at full throttle driving me like a speeding boat,
another morsel, undigested waiting, in your spider’s web,
a ballarina with her skirt twirling on your mantlepiece.