Breath Of Shadows
Chris Whitley
From behind
From before you
Along a seam
The dead and the living coming true
Burning mouth
Shadows breathe too
Between your teeth
Where she sing right through me all the time
Steal me now
Into breathing rooms
Under steaming oaths
Till my lips could trace the shade between your thigh
And you travel
Inhalations
Breath of shadows
Last us now till our return