A white girl lay on the grass
With her arms held out for love;
Her gold brown hair fell down her face
And her two lips move
See, I am the whitest cloud that strays
Though a deep sky:
I am your senses’ crossroads,
Where the four seasons lie.
She rose up in the middle of the lawn
And spread her arms wide;
And the webbed earth where she had lain
Had eaten away her side.