Every dress has a dream, maybe two.
For me, today, my dreams came true.
One, to drape the body of Lady Maribou.
To be featured in a painting was my deux.
My lines are sleek, my fabric smooth.
Night black of silk and made to move.
When worn, there’s nothing left to prove.
And, honey, let me tell you, I’m never booed.
We’ll live this night together, she and I.
Tomorrow, off to the shop, to clean-dry.
But for this moment of glory, I won’t cry.
There will be others, dresses’ dreams don’t lie.