The Strangers

Have we met? Do I know you? There’s something familiar about you? 

In this case it’s true, they are strangers who have always known each other, since they are sisters. 

 

The merging and emerging of the frills and ruffles against each others’ bodies, the twinkling of the little stars, the replies to the questions, the overlapping; it all blurs and confuses. Not identical but so alike, completely different but in harmony, strangers no more, yet still not the same person, identity in each gesture communicating affection but not conspiracy. Not “two peas in a pod” alike but still sisters, yet individuals, we can see it with the curve of the eyebrow, the blush of the cheek, the shimmer on the lips. Made up together yet reaching out from separate entities, turning, and twisting, not to escape or evade but to check out the each of the other. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and who better to evaluate it than the sibling, not in rivalry but in grace and harmony. To make a perfect string of pearls each one must be weighted and evaluated, so the accents of pearls here allow our eyes to examine the reflections of the sisters, eye to eye as they weight and evaluate each other.