Landscape 8: Beep! Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep! Beep! The noisy sonars of a line of red and yellow scooters races by. Whoooo! Whoooo! A group of boys, with their slick and pointy hair cuts that glitter in the light from a layer of hair gel, throw their thin hairy chests forward over their steering wheels, turn their gas handles up with their hearts rattling like the engines of their bikes. A girl on the back, her olive colored body displayed, desired, the curves of her thighs, warm and happy, spread against the curves of her seat, her skin shiny from her sweat under a scourging sun, she holds her arms above her ecstatic head, pointing her fingers up at the sky as if treading in the open air, her body floating on the desires, her own and others, speeding by Drafaki in the dusk of evening, on their way to Paradise beach. Whooo! Beep! Beep! Beep! The sirens of their hormones blowing in their bikinis and bathing suits. Tonight is the night. Today is the day. Life is short, time is long.