Exposure

Exposure

“Nothing.
I don’t know.
Sure.
Go ahead.”

These are some
of the things
you’ve said.
Cutie pie.

Can’t make up
your mind.
But it’s fine
that you’re shy.

You’re timid,
and guarded,
and so strong.
Downright enviable

how protected by
yourself you are.
How overwhelmed
I am to know

that your guard
goes down for me.
Every neutral noise
and default expression

speaks straight
of your wonder.
A mystery carefully
warded, that is you

and yourself you
hide from view.
But again, making
me fluttery

with your exposure.
Mousy until displayed
to show off your
unbashful splendor.

What is protected
but your cornucopia
of unparalleled
beauty?

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