Corpus Callosum 
  
 
Sometimes I find myself suckling at you like a hungry baby rat and I strain to touch your thoughts with the blithe ease by which I can feel your warmest, softest centres in my robber's hands. If I tried just a bit, I could feel your pulse, or hear your heartbeat, or taste all your different kinds of wet, but what you hide behind such filmy eyes is as elusive as the shadow you cast against mine the last time we allowed ourselves to touch.

Sometimes you don't make a sound. As I ignite your nerve endings I wait for you to say my name, or cry, or sing, or breathe, just so that I might know what you see while watching me. Yet our noisy life is a caffeinated dialogue of honest answers, and though shamefully, I lust after your secrets, there is nothing I would take from you, whether my chance was to be inside your body, or within your brain.

What I want is to tear my peanut butter sandwich in two and give you half in exchange for anything you happen to carry inside. I want to share.

When your cascading thoughts tumble in ways that remind you of me, this distance holds you back, and oh, but that you could instead allow such thoughts to find me. I could comfort you with the way I lie still and imagine the scent in your hair, and with the strain an endorphin lull would soothe our lonely, angry heads.

I wish you could close your eyes and see my reflection in the mirror, and I wish I could taste exactly what you seem to be enjoying. If possible, our dreams would be of each other, with each other, even though you might be green or I might be a staircase.

I wish I could find the word evading you as you struggle to say it. I wish I could obsessively appear when you most desperately need to feel special; when you trip, or forget, or when everyone is watching you.

I wish that you could touch yourself such that I might touch you, and that I could feel for myself the heavy, anguished bliss that tenses in your body as I kiss you here and there. I wish you knew when I missed you.

These are my words, and my telepathy.