This black silk gown glows back at me as I polish my ensemble with these ruby studs
He walks up behind me wraps his arms around me, the aroma of my husbands cologne
Sandalwood vanilla, a hint of musk, these are the things that create lust
Our driver is here he conveys, I gently walk in grace as he takes my hand
Luxury car, gleaming porcelain smiles, a gown of dreams in a sea of black
Our arrival has come so fast, a pageant of our rites
Men in their silky ties, black bows and happy tuxedos
An ocean of women in gowns of expensive taste, flowing everywhere in a daze
Perfume of money travels through the air, hair perfectly coiffed
It’s a festival of honor, where many come to stage their acts
An act of love, a prize to be won, so many wish for their turn
Our calling comes every season, a season of ceremonial passages
My husband and I take to the alter, the stage of performance
Symphonies of opera, crystal rain, I bare my soul for him to confess
Confession of the art of what it means to be an entertainer, poetic fantasies
I place my female rose on the shrine, he gives his male pride
All for the ball of intertwining the eras of madness and faith
I take my lead, he comes to take his
Our acclamation is sewn into the fabric of composition
Composing of what it means to live, to love
In each other we trust
