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 But you'd just lie, sleeping