If Love Is A Red Dress.

 

Watercolours on Paper

Available For Sale

 

64 x 38 cms

 

 

   

 

By me...

Tired like night like three fingers of an early dawn
scratching in the wet opacity dirt.
Sitting on my lap like a warm stone on a cold day
Given to me wrapped up in sweat and cotton and so real
so pretty so real so warm, something else
something different something new entirely.
History swarming up in both brains and clotting us but sweet
with exhalation (transfigured water-struck and full full full.)
Each one a curled ankle an epic plan a throbbing
psychosis a gift a laughing sickness a gaseous truth.
A ride home in the night when it's too late
for trains or pity and neither of us needs it anymore
Anyway and for once That's okay, That's okay
Sleep late into the warm night.
Sleep warm into the soft night
Loss like breath for each of us,
but I'm smelling skin.

 
           

 

 
 

 

 

The rest of the song for which this peice is named...

"If Love Is A Red Dress (Hang Me In Rags)" - Maria McKee. From the Pulp Fiction soundtrack.

 

If Love Is a Red Dress (Hang Me in Rags) Lyrics
My heart is empty.
Your eyes are dark.
Once we were hungry,
Now we are full.
These chains that bind us,
Can't beat these chains.
If love is shelter,
I'm gonna walk in the rain.

You were my angel.
Now, you are real.
So like a stranger,
Colder than steel.
The morning after,
You know what you bring.
If love is a red dress,
Well, hang me in rags.

Away.
There goes the fairy tale.
Lord, ain't it a shame?
In all this comfort,
I can't take the strain.

If we played even,
I'd be your queen.
But someone was cheatin'.
And it wasn't me.
I've laid it on the table,
You had something back.
If love is Aces,
Give me the Jack.