To Take From Air

*porch sitting 2009*

The air is as soft and full
As a mother’s stomach
Round with longing and hope
The kind of air that moves with your skin
Instead of on it in hushed tones
I want to reach out and grasp hold
To take from it all it can offer
And perhaps
Much more than it would have freely given
If it had the chance to share


© M/Gatlianne 2009