Mr. Coy

Perplexes me as to why my fearless candor
Does not pull you out of your reticence

As you make me unravel layer by layer
I draw a blank from you

Open your arms to me
For I know what you hide beneath your visceral appeal
And it doesn't scare me

Whom are you running away from? Not me. Yourself.
Away from the child in you who loves to have me around.
Away from the teenager in you who sees magic in me.
Away from the man in you who knows no better form of peace than being in my arms