Wave

"So...?"

I glanced up. He lounged awkwardly against the swaying wall of the carriage, his eyes flitting here and there. No smile. His posture was of an ease contradicting his obvious nervousness. He could've just shouted get me out of here.

I extended the tendrils of my consciousness towards him, brushing lightly against his skin and probed lightly between his lips, but found no words on the tips of his tongue. I could feel the vibrations of the whirling machinery churning up conversation topics in his head. This is what we do in the presence of strangers. Was that what I had become? The surreal limbs began to wave frantically.

The doors clattered open and bodies began to trickle, then pour into the space between us. For a few relieving seconds, he could relax and I could breathe. It must've been opposite day. Across the newly bred distance between us, our eyes met in a true smile, the first of the day. Perhaps distance does make the heart fonder. I felt the tendrils receed back into its liquid pool deep within my body. I could see it's warped, lustrous surface dilating in beat to my heart, flowing through my veins. It is trapped. It is safe.

There was suppose to be a connection. An invisible channel of this shiny stuff that would flow between us, a connection that could be felt over any distance. It would be elastic, drawing us forever closer, the tension rising with distance if we were to force ourselves apart. It would pour feelings, thoughts, intimacy and understanding into both minds, energy into both bodies, warmth into both hearts. It is a thing that's meant to be shared. But not now. One day.

I'll be waiting.