Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moon-lines, apple-pathways:
Naked, you are slender 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, till the day is born
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-
And becomes a naked hand again
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