I'm glad I'm not a sea urchin
because then we couldn't touch at all;
there'd just be a ball of spiky spines

And I'm glad I'm not a ostrich,
because then, at best,
I'd awkwardly be able to nuzzle up against you,
with legs too long and wings too small.

It's so nice to hold you in my arms
and wrap my legs around you
and press my body up against you
as I greedily try to touch all your skin.

But there's so much more that I can't;
because that's how topology works.
Only two arms, two legs, and a head
sprout from my torso.

But what if...

But what if?

I wish I was a cephalopod
So that I could have twice as many limbs
to wrap around you
if I was just an octopus.

Or if I was a cuttlefish
Or a squid
Then I would have all eight arms
but with two extra long tentacles
to wrap around you
and I could enjoy so much more
of you.

But it still wouldn't be enough;
so I'd have to be a nautilus
to envelope you
with over ninety of my limbs.

But I'd probably still want more
because I'm greedy.
So I'll just have to be grateful
that I have two arms to hug you
and that you are nice enough
to let me do that.