cotton

i want to say that you are like cotton.

like cotton balls flying through the air, with the breeze,
always with the breeze.

i want to say that you are like cotton,
not because you stuff or suffocate,
but rather,
because if i could collect you,
i mean really collect all the pieces of you that i catch in my day,
i'd throw them in a big vat,
or bed frame.

bit by bit i'd collect and pile pieces of you
until it was full:
full & overflowing with pieces of cotton
plucked from out of the breeze.

and then i'd lay in it.

and be surrounded by as much of you as I could possibly hold at one time.

and you,
being soft and Comfort,
would hold me too.