Those who writhend blow
Above the bed
The nippled cherry-blossoms
Release red specks

That pause in a wind-current
Over the gray bed
The color of an office-worker’s shirt
Except for where blown pollen stains

Have been ground in
Have been ground in
Those who writhend blow
The nippled cherry-blossoms

Eric hangs around; he lies around
His life is simple
The color of an office-worker’s shirt
But close your eyes

Those who writhened blow
Above the bend
Release red specks that
Pulse behind the eyelids’ curtain