When we met, it was in the hot green jungle

Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal

You would sweat coconut milk and

I'd lie awake, restless with the heat during the night



Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise

But you'd just lie, sleeping



And so we went away in search of gentler breezes

When we arrived, I longed to lie and rustle in your grasses

But you would not permit me to retire there

None but a fly might settle on the meadow of your leg



Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise

But you'd just lie, sleeping



Then we moved on until we reached the tundra in the winter

Of course I longed to kiss her frosty teeth in the cold air

But now I've grown bloated on seal fat

Not even flies will settle on the meadow of her leg



Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise

But you'd just lie, sleeping