Morning (Love Sonnet Xxvii) (Feat. Sting)

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.