Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)

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.