Love Farts

Love farts
sighing sweetly
across my wet thigh
she giggles
too spent
too tired
to notice
or care.

Slowly feeling
her smile slipping
her ekstasis flipping
inward, misjudging
my lack of response.

She moves
away and
balls into
a curl.

I lean
and light
a cigarette
turning my front
towards her
inward form,
smile, exhaling
and play
the bassoon.