Plunging. Poem by Kim Dang

Moist knees kicking under flowing sheets
Ruffling the dull sound of flapping material against our own wind
My long hair gently parted amongst searching fingertips
Fragile trembles reassured with a firmness like ivy observant
to my curving hesitations


We coordinate our trust around boundaries of slumberland's make believe Swapping glances / gaps revealed / pursed lips protected during daylight's presence
Dancing along to forbidden tunes but such mores can't touch us in dreams

Like a dreidel against hardtop floors the wooden pressure
spiraling consistently - a repetition desired
Sounds colliding painting beautiful illusions covering our walls
moonlight being our sole witness to the guilty mess of tangled limbs
And I'm playfully clinging to your shoulders as I do to your promises

Suddenly, a devastating plunge, we collapse like skeletons
Cushioning each blow of insecurity with our raw vulnerabilities
Unapologetic flaws were flaunted but unquestionably accepted
Because it doesn't matter. A moment ago we were both 10 feet off the ground.