An Honest Gasp, My Breath's Escape. Poem by Kim Dang

An honest gasp, my breath's escape and diaphragm raised.
A crinkle in time wrinkles and molehill creations spring to life on both our foreheads.
My thumb and index work together to tuck away hair strands, bothersome.
The gaps between these fingers filled, automatic, like cars on highways, like traffic.
Oh my, such surprise, now even the softest whimpers are audible.

Suddenly I've been coupled with another dancing partner, swaying in this ballroom.
Flitting, switching, fitting into unknown embraces and learning too soon,
the next steps. Right, dip, pause, Left.
It's precious, despite all coincidences that would deem things downright devious.
It's coincidentally innocent.
My God, who knows what to make of this.
A dangerous tug-a-war has started, and they're both armed,
my Heart versus its occasional nemesis - my Conscience.
Here's hoping they both win, so selfishly I remain unscathed, no bloodshed.