reach

sometimes
in 
the middle 
of the night
i surface from sleep
with such force
the acceleration 
launches
my limbs outward
my head upward
my mouth agape.
a momentary
suspension 
between breath and 
death. 
it is the never
falling feeling
between 
missing that bottom 
stair
and
crashing 
in
to 
a 
wall.
it is a sudden gasp
it is a bitten tongue
it is fbomb following 
stubbed toe.
and in that moment 
i am all reaction
primed around
a kinetic promise
of a coiled up
spring loaded
hair triggered
brush with death.
when we fell
in love
i joked that i
was dangerous 
in bed.
i guess this is what
i meant.