rosetta

i creep up the wall into your garden

i'm bruised from the fall

you're there on the stairs

drinking your chardonay in blue underwear

you and your eyes light the darkest room

in the darkest house

and nobody else can call you theirs

this tiara is yours

you must have lost it when

you fell from the stars

lead me by the hand

take me beneath the waves

to your atlantis sand

you and your eyes light the darkest room

in the darkest house

and nobody else can call you theirs

stay just as you are

you're the nearest thing i have to art

and all the colours you have

are stuck in the chemicals of this photograph