Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You?ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba; you?ve 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.