Naked, you are simple as one of your hands
Smooth, Earthy, Small, Transparent, Round
You have moonlines, Apple pathways
Naked you are slendor as a naked grain of wheat
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba
You have vines and stars in your hair
Naked you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails,
Curved, Subtle, Rosy, Til the day is borne
and you withdraw to the underground world
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores
Your clear light dims, Gets dressed, Drops its leaves,
Becomes a naked hand again


Pablo Neruda
(1904-1973)