He exists in a world
a little higher than hers,
filled with more
colors and shapes
than she could ever
dare to see.
She traces the lines
he created and longs
to feel what he feels,
to taste the same
inexplicable tinge in the air
that he breathes,
But her eyes don't see,
she doesn't feel
and her lungs can never know.
And that's why she
needs him so fiercely,
why she clings so tightly
to her painter.