Cirque in  General   

cirque: (surk)n. [Fr.Lat. circus, circle.]

A steep hollow, often
containing a small lake, at the upper end of a mountain valley.


to have tried in vain to catch the marble eyes of statues
and to stir

unconsciously, like a river

to have at my disposal
all the peeled husks
of your beauty

to recycle the bloody swords of the saxons

to protest the selling of smiles

I kiss the knotted wood of your back
smooth the slopes of your thigh and belly

there is your hand, for me to touch

to take the depth, height and width
of these walls upon myself


every nation tumbles
cascading chevelure

(my morbidly bitten peach)

twenty four hours of
circling you asleep

full-lipped, Girl
unforeseen

By Stanley Gemmell

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