My Own Sunrise

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