[Open to Suggestions]

There is a thin,

yet to be discovered

layer of atmosphere

that only you and I share.

A smile, a dozen little

kindnesses, you breathe

life into what is my layer

of pure sustenance.

I breathe it, and I live.

Grow weary of me, and

I die a protracted death.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i think your poem is simply beautiful .. i love the thought .. i love the breathing .. i can see that layer ..so very thin ..nice one says i! ... as far as title ..how about "Sustenance" :)
E.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you kind sir ... I like your title suggestion. Might use that. Going to wait and be sure there is no more coming to the poem.

[Einstein Noodle]

send some RRs ... :) then people will know its here!!