My lover’s farts

were an alarm clock

this morning

staccato bursts

and atomic blasts

that stirred me

from my sleep

Half awake I recalled

our first date

only six months past

he cooked me gnocchi

and pesto bread

then waited patiently ‘til

I went outside to smoke

before rushing to the head

and squeezing out

a smelly crap

The walls that night were

boundaries

separating two strangers

unknown and unknowing

but each new clue

blurs those lonely lines

So I barely struggled

when he laughed and

pulled the blanket

over my head

instead

I breathed deeply

savoring his odor

happy that we’re

getting closer