When we met, it was in the hot green jungle

Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal not hold

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 youd just lie, sleeping



And so we went away in search of gentler breezes

When we arrived, I long 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 youd 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 Ive grown bloated on seal fat-

Not even flies would settle on the meadow of her leg

Dawn would come

And I would start to feel my own sunrise

But youd just lie, sleeping