they huddle together for warmth
and then their quills stab each other and they run away.
I want to touch you like porcupines want to be softer,
like kids want to be astronauts,
like God wants that eighth day.
I want you like an eighth day —
the story no one wrote,
so it doesn’t have to end
— Talia Young, “The Virgin’s Lament” (via cynicallys)