it was nothing, spider web strung from branch to blade, and back again- br br br it meant nothing, comets entering our atmosphere- br br it was you, sweet amber musk and a chevy truck in the desert – br br it was me, holding my breath and biting my lip - br br then it was night and awkward silence - br br it was only passion, a solitary moment suspended in mid-sigh, br br it was nothing, I said.