This Perfect Dress - Maria McKee

You send me color

Pulled through the needle of you

Torn up I’m wearing it

What I wouldn’t give

To change the weather around you

I’m never cold

I’ll never cold

Lost as we spin

I’ll sew you in

This perfect dress

Skin of our skin

Woven our hands

Silk is our breath

Wear it for you

This perfect dress

This perfect room

This little death

Birth without womb

What I wouldn’t give

To tear riddle from riddle for you

But all I know

It’s all I know

Lost as we spin

I’ll sew you in

This perfect dress

Skin of our skin

Woven our hands

Silk is our breath

Wear it for you

This perfect dress

Lost as we spin

I’ll sew you in

This perfect dress

Skin of our skin

Woven our hands

Silk is our breath

Wear it for you

This perfect dress