my breath

my breath
this is not about love
nor how a soul
finds solace
sometimes
in incidental burrows
it stumbles upon
why "fits like a glove"
cliche or not
has much prevalence
in realms
of idolatrous metaphor
nor why
alone
although so brief
is such firm companion
of longing
& angst
oh no
this is simply
about why
on the spur of a moment
a smile grows & glows
inexplicable
when intentional gazes interlock
yes
it's all about
impermanence
my cloud.