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