“We watched her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.”

“Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.”

“I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.”

“The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.”

“she held her breath, and in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second she didn’t breathe, God would grant her another day”

“Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in.”

“Her cabin’d, ample Spirit,
It flutter’d and fail’d for breath.
To-night it doth inherit
The vasty Hall of Death.”

“A breath upon her hand
Muted the night.
She turned —
A cymbal crashed,
Amid roaring horns.”

“The light was faint, and soft the air
That breathed around the place;
And she was lithe, and tall, and fair,
And with a wayward grace
Her queenly head she bare.”

“If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!”