The Three Graces

I never know which of your

three selves will grace me tonight: your

reflection, all spine, demanding

touch or tongue; or your shadow

so adept at slipping away

giggling at how inept I am at

catching; or your corporeal self

just waiting to be caught.

 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)