Cross-Cultural Communications Art and Poetry Series Broadside
—Don’t leave the button of your breast open like this
The leaves of desire visible on your chest
Drive me to ecstasy
The desire for sensual touch flies in the air.
—I, too, possess freedom as well.
—With the strength of one's own freedom
Can one destroy the desire of the other?
Slowly, it is I who then has to put on the breast's button.