Know I am never subtle in my love,
For subtlety requires masking needs
That I can’t master, let alone disguise.
My heart is always speaking through my eyes.

No, I am never subtle in my love.
Nor could I, if I wanted to, deceive.
I’m artless on a stage of any size—
So, yes, I have been staring at your thighs.

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