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Soft as Velvet

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Poem about an online chat

Who's that lounging in my seat?

Ah wait, of course, how could I have forgotten.

It's me, and only me.

Yet what...what is this I see?

A flower, so pristine, so fresh,

Colored in such a way, it glows. 

Purple and lively, they call it,

From what I recall, a violet.

No, no, that is no flower!

Far too soft, this wonderful thing is, 

So warm and gentle, yet uncompromising.

If I dare say it, somewhat surprising.

Well then, what shall it be called?

Is it, both?

Violet velvet, or velvet violet?

Either way, it is like nothing I've ever met.

Does she know what she's done?

The series of events she has set 

Into motion, into action,

I suppose this thought is just a distraction.

As time disappeared into past,

Focus laid heavily on the present,

Ecstasy sat in the future,

The conversation, became a creature.

Her words flowed like a river,

And I a snake passing in the night,

As we each stood atop the mountain,

My reaction to her, a wild fountain.

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