Subtlety is for me.
Hints of what lies beneath,
tantalize me to endeavor further.

Whatever may become of she,
and the hints of gifts she may bequeath,
lather me into a deluge of fervor.

Perceivable and prominent is she
to show what lies vulnerable just underneath,
Promptly turning me into a rapt observer.

For overt and obvious put me at a loss,
with her tantalizing lips silencing my speech.
Lost amid the raging seas searching for the southern cross,
I abruptly found myself upon her beach.

Grasping for these words like grains of sand there,
leaves residues upon my hands and within me.
For subtlety and overtness equally lay bare,
the flaws and perfections that are just reflections,
setting us both eventually in vastly enlightened directions.