There is a distinctly discernible tactile quality to this day like
no other.
It is soft.
Mau’s grey fur against my inner arm as she purrs, curled in feline ecstasy in my lap. Such a delicately pleasurable sensation.
The gentle warmth of the day, the air a soft caress of wind as it sways between the earth and the kind, soothing sun. We slow down beneath it. Jerky motions turn liquid and smooth. We become graceful & languid. Almost vulnerable.
Downy, pale green-white buds ooze out from dormant branches. Delicate flower petals tremble against the searching bees. Time has become fluid and unimportant. The day flows like a shimmering river.
Even this slightly cool water is a moist mouthful that glides deliciously down my throat on this soft day. I am utterly consummated by it.
My skin is silk. My hair, satin. My lips, plush.
I am velvet all over.
2/24/2001
Ingrid Karklins