How do you do that?

How do you do that? How do you make me feel as though I'm falling at zero gravity, about to hit asphalt, my heart splattered like a Picasso on pavement... but at the same time, it's like I'm finally breathing after 100 years of silence, like I've sprung free from a prison cell filled with too many ripped pages of Catcher in the Rye... and I see that I'm about to crash, that death is the only possible conclusion to this flight or fancy... but I keep breathing in your cologne anyway, just so that I can remember what it feels like to live before I die?