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