itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny

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...]