Hippo

A smile means a lot
when you’re in a place like this.
When a laugh feels like a hug,
and a hug feels like a kiss.

A kiss on tender skin
from the sun like parted lips.
From the earth a gentle tug
at the shape of molded hips.

Hips of cotton thighs,
with an arm of cotton head.
With cotton in my ears, 
I lay down in cotton beds.

Cotton bedding’s not as soft
when you love the one you miss.
That’s why a smile means a lot
when you’re in a place like this.

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