Neruda

Neruda has poems for every season--here's another for summer, this excerpt is from his Portuguese poem "Morning [Love Sonnet XXVII]" which you can read here:

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. [...]