Her kiss is the deep ocean.
Her kiss is not the deep ocean. Her kiss is the grey sky.
Her kiss is a blind alley.
Her kiss is her touch is her breath is her fingers is what remains after the laughing is over.
Her kis is the black dog that follows you in the darkness.
There is a black dog beneath the grey sky, by the blind alley, beside the deep ocean.
— Neil Gaiman, from “Fifteen Portraits of Despair,” The Sandman: Endless Nights. (Vertigo; 1st edition September 1, 2004) Originally published 2003.