when bathing in deep waters synchronicities often become indescribable to those not occupying the same space.

can one forever capture the sensation of dragging fingertips slowly across warm sand……raking rhythmic grooves that patiently wait to be filled with soft spoken words that never escape the body?

how does one ever leave this blissful space, and why would they want to?

might one anticipate the fear of stepping out after being submerged in the healing waters?

i prefer to live in the space where the flashing red light on ones answering machine echos an invitation to a weekend in the clouds.

cue music,

Solara Plume