Gillian Sargeant, John Singer Sargent copy, 4′ X 4,’ oil on canvas
Disposable Pleasures
when I take the time
now to remember
you have become
a thousand page
memory book
sifted into particles
that tie and untie
cords of absence
tighter than old lusts
or other familiar delights
only hinted at
in these photographs
of the sea’s peculiarity
on a grey clouded day
with an immense sun
opening heavily upon you
a white O’Keeffe rose
sensuous and blooming
as perishable as skin itself
or undoubted truth
disposable as loneliness
and all such light pleasures.
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Ed Higgins