The act of it by Seonkoo kim

we are: enclosed, the wood paneling frames
sunlight, through glass, my coated breath, condensed
between us, quiet, I watch the slow pull
of your fingertips across a distant sky
we are: waiting, not sure for what, but sure
of the act of it, together, can you feel
my shaking spine, fragile skin, the flick
of a single eyelash into heavy air
we are: practiced, the faucet handle turning
asks a question, whispered, then an answer
in my tapered steps, we sway, a dance
of frozen bodies caught in rising smoke
              we are: expanding, reaching out, the press
              of palm to palm in homemade holiness

Seonkoo Kim is a writer based in Seoul.