Avoiding the inevitable

You are me...and I..I am.. am you?  
Star crossed and separated by miles and lines we dare not fathom crossing.  
I can see you in my minds eye sketching.  
Your eyebrows furrow,you pause and then scratch a few more lines.  
Figures emerge and you toss them on the pile.  
Frustrated you despair at so many failed attempts, while I admiringly weep for the talent found in any one of your nonredeemable pieces.  
Abstract shapes and splatters charged with emotions and laced with soul bits are all I have to offer in return.  
You are me and I am you.  
Our mutual thread keeps us just close enough to stare wide eyed at glowing screens,pondering the what if's of what it might be like.  
Amorous thoughts dashed by our loyalty to the thread.  
Too dear,too bright.
Too much of the ground we're stable on,of the sun that keeps our orbit bright.
In some secret sweet lazy floating place in our minds we sit in our studio apartment.  
You're drawing at your desk and I'm writing in lines for a comic book mash up we finished last night.  
You sigh and walk over to me.  
Brushing my hair back,you kiss my neck and push me onto our bed,which is near the window over looking the ever moving city streets.  
The posters and collected art decorating the walls swim and melt as I close my eyes and you take me over perfectly.  
I am you and you are me.  
But..I'm back in the front of my mind,the torturous present and oh so real life we have been presented with.  
Our thread is a tight rope carrying vibes and heart beats,music notes and charcoal blackened fingers over miles of reality.  
That precious thread we owe so much to,that grounded,needy,selfish,wonderful and shallow thread.  
 
I wave to my bright screen flooding my darkened room and pretend its you,  
and in my minds eye Ive painted you a thousand times,tracing invisible lines of acrylic,oil and pastels to stem the tide.