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 you`d 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 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 would 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