Porcupine Lover

Like desiring a porcupine.

Each time you decide you want me

And you've cleared your head in me,

Before a word or gesture

Turns you cold,

I armor myself, for I need your seed

To make my mind sing in the corners

Where creativity twirls like cotton candy

To a stick.

That's where you bring me.

Speech and touch, attention and disregard

Gather me up in the spiny place that

Chafes and cuts

In gloroius ribbons

The shredded heart

Of the porcupine lover.

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