Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, <br />Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: <br />You have moonlines, applepathways: <br />Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. <br /> <br />Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba; <br />You have vines and stars in your hair; <br />Naked, you are spacious and yellow <br />As summer in a golden church. <br /> <br />Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails, <br />Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born <br />And you withdraw to the underground world, <br /> <br />as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores: <br />Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, <br />And becomes a naked hand again.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxvii-naked-you-are-as-simple-as-one-of-your-hands/
