I just want one
love.
And for that one love to teem
with a bit of every thing I
need,
and to come from the one.
To give my many body
members one look as if I were one,
like a smooth round button
made for just one cuff,
yet unthreaded.
Find me that magic button
with more faces than Janus
and far more fits than one,
rather than a drawer full of
buttons gathered all in one place,
just in case, every color and shape,
that have outlived their matches
or simply been replaced
by a shade and shape
of a near cousin.
I just want one
button,
left safe in its plastic –
just in case.
The Hungry Artist 