But when you make love, the dead stay close, fill the bed, lie along the bodies in tiers, sandwiching all their lives with yours

But when you make love, the dead stay close, fill the bed, lie along the bodies in tiers, sandwiching all their lives with yours

But when you make love, the dead stay close, fill the bed, lie along the bodies in tiers, sandwiching all their lives with yours. (Jonis Agee, A .38 Special and a Broken Heart)