“Love is a naked shadow
On a gnarled and naked tree.”

“Love is naked, and loves not beauty gained by artifice.”
Nudus Amor formam non amat artificem.

“5305. Truth loves to go naked.”

“One naked star has waded through
The purple shadows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light.”

“1200. Craft must have Clothes; but Truth loves to go naked.”

“Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other's sight, but in their own.”

“There is something about spending Christmas alone, naked, sitting by the Christmas tree gripping a shotgun, that lets you know your life is spinning dangerously outta control.”

“I am looking forward
to become humus myself
buried naked without coffin
under a beech tree planted by myself
on my land in ao tea roa. p6”

“If you leave me naked and waiting on the bed without making love to me, I’ll—” I didn’t get to finish the threat. I think it was the word “naked,” though maybe it was “bed,” but before I finished my sentence, he was on me. Mercy to Adam”

“Imitate the oak trees, stripped naked by the dark winter frost; who recover in the spring to resemble a powerful towering statue of emerald; and relate to its origin, consisting of soil, clouds, and dead plants.”