Naked, you are simple as a hand, smooth, earthy, small...transparent, round. You have moon lines and

apple paths; Naked, you are slender as the wheat.

Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color, Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair; Naked, you are

spacious and yellow As a summer's wholeness in a golden church.

Naked, you are tiny as your fingernail; Subtle and curved in the rose-colored dawn 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.

beautiful

An original work by Pablo Nerudo

(there, i fixed it for you, don't post any more poetry without
credit given to the original author. it's a respect thing, and
a law.))