How'd we meet? Socially, sensually.
Striking the right beat. Blue eyes piercing me.
Presumptive closeness -- we chat artfully.
Art, short for Arthur; spark lost from view -- seen.
Remain local, on-spot, dark, intimate.
Timid touches; He'd not assume it.
Consuming, wise talks; cogent emotion.
Now in motion -- aisled seats -- Pledge devotion.
Wreath poetry form: lines linked by preceeding word or dirivation of the word; rhymes or near rhymes
Count -- 8 lines, 10 syllable/line; 50 words
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