Thursday, November 6, 2014

Dear convenient arrangement.


It’s not the same, we could pretend all night, playing charades of being lovers in the moment. Sometimes intoxicated and sometimes, regrettably not. But I’ll never make you feel the way she can, she who can kiss away the frowns on your forehead and unclench your stubborn fingers.  She who can melt into you like wax in flame and ice in rum, who can leave without leaving a trace and still leave your soul as hollow as a pitted walnut shell.

And nor are you he. He who can walk into a room and change the very air it contains. Who can make my guts clench into a tight pleasant knot with nothing more than a half hug, he who makes me want to crumble into a heap of peanut brittle in warm chocolate, whose hands on a discarded earring feel like a warm patient caress down my bare back. He who has become my temptation, it’s like I’ve been living in a dark Iceland with a fortified igloo around me and suddenly he decided to become the sun and come visiting. It’s like I’ve been welding an intricate cage around me for ages and ages past and in one snap of his fingers, the locks are undone, and the walls are none.

Dear convenient arrangement, my mechanical fingers make you live your fantasies; your experienced hands make me live mine while we accidentally moan a name that does not belong to anyone in the room. And later, we smoke in silence on either corner of the bed, half dressed and fully veiled. “You should come over for dinner sometime…soon…ish.”
I mumble something about a 9.30 meeting and begin to leave, physically.
And until next time we will continue, with our insulated emotions lodged deep into the no escape room of our corroding mind palace. And when the walls are threatening to give away, when the roof is about to collapse, one of us will message the other to get the cello tape and come and the other will promptly oblige.  
And another night of temporary repairs will commence.
“Can I bum a smoke? ... Thanks”


3 comments:

  1. It comes with its own convenience - the concept of temporary repairs... I totally enjoyed reading it :)... and re-reading it.
    Beautiful post!

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  2. Wow! this is an amazing piece of work. it provides a clear dichotomy that a person's body and soul goes through when one longs for an answer to lust versus love.
    The 'convenient arrangement', as the term suggests, is easy and we all love easy nevertheless it is one of the most difficult and inconvenent moments as it always reminds us of where we belong.

    Right now, I feel that sitting here in Dublin is a convenient arrangement for me. My heart yearns for someplace else.
    Thank you for this piece! Wish you good luck.

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  3. Nice post, things explained in details. Thank You.

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