Surreal Love (A Poem for Kathye)

by Harve L. Nichols

If you were of a Malaysian island
I'd hoist my anchor and sail the ocean blue
Simply to find you
So that I may bow and kiss your abstract
Like Columbus as he approached the Indian Shore
But unlike those who claimed the natives had not been there before
Certain I am, Are you the sand?
Or the water betwixt my anointed toes?
To be worshipped as I scoop you in my hands to place you
In a rusted Coke can ... The year of Our Lord 1974
Fill it 1/2 with sand ... 1/2 with water
Then I'd drink every drop
Like you were gravy on my plate ... Baby
Then I'd take one of Grandma's Chicken Bone Beach Biscuits
Summertime at the Jersey Shore
To sop up every drop
And find every crevice
Where Surreal Love thrives 

Surreal Love (A Poem for Kathye) by Harve L. Nichols

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