by Pablo Neruda
Naked you are as simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, minimal, round, transparent,
you have moon lines, apple streets,
naked you are as thin as naked grain.
Naked you blue like the night in Cuba,
you’ve got creepers and stars in your hair,
naked you are huge and yellow
like summer in a golden church.
Naked you are small like one of your nails,
curvy, thin, rosy till the day rises
and you step into the world underground.
like in a long gallery of clothes and jobs:
your brightness goes off, gets dressed, and browses
and back to being a bare hand. “
(Pablo Neruda – “Nude you are simple ,from One Hundred Sonnets of Love, XXVII)