MARCEL

She came but not by the usual method, by bus, of course, that just wouldn't be best for all of us; dark eyes denied semitic lips which passing time sips, we went and purred along with curvy Hout Bay trips. A triangle extended beyond with memory hair that parted, although sometimes you wished that you'd never started; you remember a figure, especially when it was bigger, endowed and round but would ruin you if you let her. We parted the Red Sea with warriors chasing behind, ahead of everything, sloppy but somehow you didn't mind; the air was circumcised to a point that was advertised, but you couldn't help it if you were overtaken, oversized. Even though cups were overflowing, brimmed to the full, it must have been good because she said it was beautiful.