Despite the bone crunching tension
running through my fingers, my grasp
is tenuous.

Eyes flit to and fro, back and forth.
I shift nervously even as you murmur
soothing afterthoughts.

Spinning this way and that I try
desperately to maintain my momentum
and keep moving, forward and straight.

Your breath in my ear and I can't,
can't concentrate. I'm trying to
focus here. That's survival.

Sensations overwhelm and
safety catch is sitting this one out.