You Cheated

Waking down,
pinned behind her breasts, to her
spined back,
you
wrestle with the comforter.
Wired hair guards her lips.
Bent legs throw your eyes
over her rose-thorn curves
like just
a dead skin cell -
cutting your tender fingertips
like fresh dandelion seeds -
rotting in a bog of satin
between your jawline and her heart.