an obsession over buttons
from the ruddy tip of your push-button nose
to the hewn halter where your bellybutton shows,
and all those polka dots in between
buttoning up your modesty's seams,
I fixate on your buttons and love to suppose
what treasure lies beneath your button-down clothes.
now, if you notice my buttoned-lip distraction
and try to push my buttons with flirty action,
by letting some crucial blouse bindings come undone...
fasten them back -
without your buttons, what fun?