walk me through your cotton world
where queer hills only seem to rise
to hug me in their rolling crooks
and wrap us in a cotton scarf

show me time that shirks its work
how slow the clocks don't ever tick
sell me land, and oil, and bridges:
a home to furnish innocence

for even wind cannot erode;
carve our shoulder's jagged chips'
to supple curves that bind so well
but tether me to cotton bricks

let the water take a crack!
to drown with you must feel like swimming
so share in my hypoxic dream;
do you see the air around us glisten?

i feel like we could grow here
sewn throughout fair yellow thorns
yet verity prays for weeds to bleed
and stain the beds of cotton soil

expand below me! deep! deeper!
beneath where i could hope to see
but where i know i'll feel your teeth
ripping cotton veins away

for even wind cannot erode:
so how do atoms stand to fare
against the vacuum where i choke
a lullaby to quell the blame