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Too Little Salt, Too Much Sea Words by Srishti Dutta Chowdhury Image by Randi Ward QuailBellMagazine.com  sun-dried kite swept aside my tear seeped linen, when you sent your potbellied moon to shine on my pockmarked face sent me riding waves when i asked for candy-smelling summer rains sent me life beneath your crooked smile, the eye of storms in coffee cups sent me happiness capped like a ship in your glass jar that croaked, a prisoner-of-war stuck in reverse your poetry like your stones aimed for the sky your teethmarked bones ached for a lie and while you slept lowly clouds-a-rumbling, i detached your radio wires upset the moccasin shelf before rushing out-a-tiptoe, squashing lemon-tart-fed-red-rats spoiling garden wisteria by your window-pane as, dreaming of sun-brimming newer lives, i stood, rattling chains against my heart feeling too close to your panting happiness feeling the room too small for two when in your brown plastered bed enclosed in nicotinised arms happiness felt too small, our carousal ride was never meant to be this long such a shame, thus, my shoes that fill with your thoughts never quite reach my breast-pockets where i keep your prized ship-in-a-glass-jar hunger before happiness, it stands with me. #Unreal #Poetry #Imagery #Love #Relationships #Unrequited Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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