A Letter To Your Restraint, From Mine…


Have you never noticed this living, breathing, heavy space between us? It tastes like metal, it tastes like a cage, but on the tip of my tongue, it tastes like desire. It is explosive, and every time I exhale, I push it farther, willing it to expand, to try and extinguish the flame. Because I see you do the same.

Conversations tilt, as your breathing alters – each word measured, each tone enslaved in reins. The language we use, I long for it to be coarse. I long for us, for you, to tear away these drapes of grace, of propriety. A wildness lurks in the corners of your speech, that sometimes escapes, in the way you smile, in the scent of oceans that you wear. I long for that wildness to be the norm.

And I want you to be with your hands and mouth what I want you to be with your language.

Do you not see how we embrace, yet fear touch? Do you not see the air come alive to burn us, every time our fingers come too close? Do you not feel the electricity – it’s white hot. Flowing lava would seemΒ a meek river finding its way to the sea.

Restraint does not come easy to me. I have only learned to give in, and I have only learned to take. Being in close quarters with you is a test of my endurance.Β It nudges me to break the rules that keep us apart, this illusion of a false morality.

Is this a tale of torment? If not you, then who is to answer?

Do not tell me I’m blind; your eyes pine, and I see the thirst in your fingers. I see my heart forgetting its discipline, and my mind’s muddled with thoughts – thoughts of the lines and curves that form your lips, that I’m sure taste like cinnamon.

Tell me what is it that you fear, even though I already know. Are you afraid of losing yourself? Do you worry you can never come back from this, once you cross that invisible line? Tell me again, and make it real, so I keep these desires in cuffs and chains.

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11 thoughts on “A Letter To Your Restraint, From Mine…

  1. Sid Balachandran June 7, 2017 / 10:28 PM

    Since I know who/what inspired this, I am especially floored.
    Who knew, eh?
    I will never look at ‘that object’ the same way again.

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    • Sreesha Divakaran June 14, 2017 / 9:55 AM

      May it taste so much better for it πŸ˜› πŸ˜› πŸ˜›


  2. Soumya (@soumyaprasad) June 8, 2017 / 10:28 AM

    You had me at cinnamon lips! πŸ˜€

    Wow, this was so damn beautiful. The desire, the lust – okay I might be turned on now.

    P.S: I want to know who the object is like NOW. Message me.

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    • Sreesha Divakaran June 14, 2017 / 9:56 AM

      LOL, hope you’re doing ok now, now that you know πŸ˜€


    • Vidya Sury June 8, 2017 / 10:34 AM

      Then again, you could be writing about cake. Sigh. I do this with coffee πŸ˜€

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  3. vishalbheeroo June 8, 2017 / 1:06 PM

    The language and narration are terrific with the choice of words that hook and blow the mind..the taste of an amazing story:)

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  4. Namratha Varadharajan June 9, 2017 / 11:24 AM

    I was trying to find a hidden message within the words, but it seems just out of my reach. I am sooo curious “who” inspired this, but will not ask.
    I enjoy how your emotions so freely translate into words that sound like poetry. Oh! To feel so strongly again(I feel like I am approaching adulthood/middle age where I am too busy to contemplate about feelings. sigh!)

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    • Sreesha Divakaran June 14, 2017 / 4:01 PM

      Ah, but age has nothing to do with feelings, IMO.
      Hehe, the message isn’t hidden. It’s just that I had an unusual muse for this one. Although, of course it can be applied to whomever comes to mind πŸ™‚

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