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.