Adultery

Every night I cheat on you:
here - this bed; in other rooms
at musky dawn or afternoons,
I replay things we used to do.

I ravish her, refreshed and new,
and feel the joy when love consumes;
We laugh at life; her body blooms
beneath my heat; her sweat is dew.

This other woman wears that dress
you used to wear; she mocks you now-
your spite and constant tiredness;
the way you lost yourself somehow.

That's why I almost cry your name
each time I cheat on you again.