Inspires a feeling
It's a feeling less sensually, tangibly felt
It's more like lying on a porch swing made of clouds
Being held by them-which like a liquid or gas , fills itself in between the fingers, in the creases from neck, to elbows, to knees

But, it touches you not like a gas or liquid
It's soft like satin, yet has volume to support you, the way a salsa partner might hold your head while he dips you back

And looking up, is a canopy like from a jungle, just a floating canopy-no trunk. With sunlight shining through the thinner leaves and between branches

This is all a world of things up above.