Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I'm not drunk. You know it so well. You scanned me. Every single night and every single day, — expected. You strangled every single dream, shutting me up... — clenched... — in the tricky mission of memories. I'm not hungry. You know it so well. You scanned me. With your lungs. Breathing me entirely. Abandoned amid playground love, anointed with all your lust, — in my venus absolute. Imprints of your lips are on me. Fixed.