Armani.

quelle soiree.
and,
Armani–in
purple and silk

Stepped into
a dress–
hugged all of
my curves. Kissed.
every. inch.of
me.

In this room–
gold and red
sparkling like the
summer
night sky
above a prairie.

So tell me–I am
your favorite ballerina?
Ta preferee. On this
stage
you’re my only audience–
And I am poised
like an Armani–
legendary bella?

Cette soiree.
And, even the smirk
of darkeness does not
patronize my mind

I am back to myself
to hold myself again
to smile on this
unset–with the rain
interrupting.
Oh. Before you leave
I forgot to thank you
I loved the song love played
tonight–made me dance
like an attacked scorpion.

Bonne nuit, cheri.