Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I've placed some memories in one of your pockets to be found by chance or why not, even to search for them, when you'll want to see, again, some shards of love, with which once I caressed you mapping to you a magic party... invoked seductively with some itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny positive formula, so nostalgic in beauty sealed and savagely gathered at a moment, when you, like me too, were all I needed [psst... you're all I need still...]