Welcome to String Theory 101 the binary’s begun, hugs but no kisses cos it misses the point. We’re side by side but we’re not | together we can be | grateful for the blessing we are about to receive | perceive | conceive of me | happy as I am | and you, maybe you can be happy as you are.
No strings attached | detached | my way or the celibate highway but you don’t know whether you’ll run out of gas before the next exit | sign language is sometimes more effective than words. | Like kiwi birds – hard to find and then only at night with impossible dreams of flight, my procreative imagination 6 times the size of my | body given for, someone else, than you | My hands have a story to tell.
Brown paper packages are tied up with string but need to be undone to give anything. Pull strings to get me in, heartstrings to get me out and guitar strings to get me through but don’t think I’ll dance for you. You are not my Maker and I’m not your puppet. You can’t put me down because there are no strings attached.