I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of the dark and never-ending sea, on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with her own skeleton for me
sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned staring across from some distant shore, and in my sadness I drew closer, to condole and somewhat to implore...

I'm like the doubtful kiss of a corpse or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone. Yes, it's like kissing some marble statue that has neither warmth nor life of its own...