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 there in 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 Then we moved until we reached the tundra in the winter Of course I longed to kiss her frosty teeth in the cold air   But now I’v grown bloated on seal fat   Not even flies might settle on the meadow of her leg  Chorus***