Everyone else is a cardboard cut-out -
their intimidatory iterations now fail.
An invisible draw-string gathers
our heart-strings ever closer.
In my innermost places you fit -
distances most intimate.
Infinite intimate iterations -
my-into-mate, mate-into-me. Ha!
Our intimacy in its infancy, yet -
our heart-strings entwine intimately,
through intermittent iterations -
strung forth into infinite horizons.
© Jennifer Phillips
Inspired by a quote from Charlotte Brontë in "Jane Eyre":
“Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?"
I could risk no sort of answer by this time; my heart was full.
"Because," he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you — especially when you are near to me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.”
And of course, String Theory itself:
In physics, string theory is a theoretical framework in which the point-like particles of particle physics are replaced by one-dimensional objects called strings. It describes how these strings propagate through space and interact with each other.
More, see Wikipedia.
