The runway model
Leaves you and me
Aswirl in a cloud
Of perfume and envy
For she is a comet
Sprinkling star dust
On dead planets
In her solar system
As she orbits by us
And off the stage
I shift uneasily
In my chair
For I am told
On the atomic level
Her protons and electrons
Are the same as ours
But it is also true
That a Rembrandt
May be hard to tell
From an inch away