The Three Graces

At the Hermitage in St. Petersburg
I spend hours studying the scantily-
draped figures of The Three Graces

view them from every possible angle
Someone asks me why      and I reply
They’re women      I love them

Months later in a dream I stroll
naked along a secluded garden path
where I come upon the same trio

undraped and pearled with dew
Beauty      Charm      Joy
they’re women      I know them

they invite me to lie with them
We make love and I turn to marble
They’re women      I want them

each a touch of you the woman
I want      the woman I know
and yes      the wife I love
R. T. Sedgwick


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