Surreal Me Sister

three Lebanese sisters
each with substantial thighs and ample breasts
and dense fronds of luxurious crow black hair
slow hip waltz while they cook and serve
and smile perfect smiles
by the time I’ve been served baklava
I’m hopelessly in love

where better to be than here
in this aquarium, this pearl
this submarine dream, gargling
undulating chords of Arab music
a shoal of mermaids
pushing elegant through the currents
the middle sister that serves me
her weighty chest threatening
to break loose from her shirt
underwater sky clouds

it’s a singular experience
my liquid brain, an unstable concoction
of hallucinogens and nostalgia
a surreal construction of unrepressed desire
along the Voorhaven’s spangled waters
across the little bridge and through the magic tunnel
I would take them home and to my bed
thighs that curl tight about me
breasts that cushion me
tongues that feed me
if only for the night but a night
that promises to last forever