This is dedicated to all the ladies out there who like to go to the movies... Especially you, guhl.

We are the enemies of the dead,
we who walk in flesh through cemeteries
and breathe in daylight.

We have touches tense and gentle,
we have looks warm and cold,
we have sounds soothing and ferocious,
we have scents filling and destructive.
And we have tastes salty and enticing.

Our hearts beat near but never together.
We open our empty mouths to each other,
let our tongues roll and love like strangers,
fall together and apart with the wind like branches on an elderly tree.

What do the dead have to be jealous of?
We bury ourselves in fractions of each other.