Carnal Comfortability. Poem by Kim Dang

That stillness of air between the centimeter gaps which separates us
That same rhythm of exhalations, we're counting each opposing movement
Looking at your steady chest, stealing glances at my watch and
we're both rearranging the way our pants fit so tightly.

And you'll only notice my navel for so long, my baby hair arbitrarily covering it.
My fingertips, my palms faced downward as if having this poised manner was an absolute necessity.
Conspicuously, overtly curious, we'd both laugh whether we'd even mean it.
I'll keep catching you smiling, glancing downwards at my delicates,
wondering about my jewelery.

It would be too much of a reverberating shock to keep eye contact for long,
but I love feeling it.
The tingles which mercilessly race through my body, engines roaring, if you were inside me you'd hear the screaming.
But sometimes within the silence, we share this labored breathing.
And it's that less embarrassing.