fall·out

Read also: Notes about fall.out

I'm in a sluggishness state.

Partially conscious.

Her Eyes.

Sight-

control.

Moves

I vaguely remember.

Steps

I tentatively recognize.

When salty tears

transform into zesty wine

the memory

becomes bittersweet.

I'm in an unwanted state.

Sleeping unrest temporarily put on halt.

Her Body.

Touch-

control.

I never felt the caress of your hands_

_Trying to forget how those appealing fingers look like.

I have seen them beaten the rhythms.

When tantalizing moves woos my nous

dazzles my brains

reducing me to

a willing object.

I'm in a maniacal state

of sensitivity.

Her Sound.

Voice-

control.

A seducing siren bewitched my total behavior with captivating chants and flings me into exaltation.

I'm in that excitement.

The dream took over.

Mind-

control.

How,

did you do it,

(repeat How,)

do you do it,

still?