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Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, |
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Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: |
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You have moonlines, applepathways: |
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Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. |
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Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba; |
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You have vines and stars in your hair; |
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Naked, you are spacious and yellow |
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As summer in a golden church. |
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Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails, |
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Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born |
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And you withdraw to the underground world, |
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as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores: |
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Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, |
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And becomes a naked hand again. |
