Velvet...

Like the touch of a mother,
soft as a feather,
the love of a passionate lover,
the fabrics held together,
ochre,
the eccentric colour,
the smell of fine leather,
the lustre,
never will it die,
gentle,
like an unborn child,
in the womb of its mother,
looking up at the sky,
it'll be in the position of rest forever,
it's preserved like the moment of a baby's first cry.