Rain King
I’m the mother earth. The only woman without vagina. I am the only mother with obligations to nurse children who aren’t mine. Not any of them even came out of my womb. I wipe their tears. I watch them play. I feed them. I did not even dare to shed a tear when they gouged me for slender feet of a carrousel. Deeply buried within me. For the children’s laughter to me is the most beautiful song I have ever heard. And all my life, what I want to taste is the kiss of the Rain King. Even only for a split second, I would give up my all to taste the suck of his lips. I would close my eyes, and would never mind to be blind if I have to. For my eyes will only tell the truth. I had never seen the king. I do not even know what he looks like. All I know is the moaning sound of the sky, when she and the king are making love. And from beneath, I can only see their sparks of lust. And at that time, I know that the king and sky become one. But not long after that, the king would cry. He would cry so ha