Love the Crevice

In this insistent summer light
I am rehearsing adultery, the naked
sun heating your bare legs. Yes, all night

your wife has covered you. The lake
seems very pure now, our children floating
on bits of rubber, bright as sucked

candies. The sweetness isn't faked, but
don't trust me here. The snowmelt
brings flood again this year, scouring

the last rare flowers from the edge.
Love, the crevice is very near. Falling
still I watch your mouth, your beautiful

slipping feet