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