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 hard, that the sky could never retain his tears.

And me the mother earth, will let his tears poured-down upon me. Pour it down, pour it down and let me absorb your grieve oh my king of rain.

And I envy you; sky upon me. You are a woman with so many faces. Your soft cottony fake smile would cherish the day of everyone’s. And my children would love you so much as you are the best escort for their kites.

You, at least you have ever felt the feeling I have been craving for. His lick, his saliva that would quench your thirst , his sucks on your lips, his twirling tongue that forms the elixir of love.

Damn you, coward woman queen of masquerade.
If only you knew, you and I will be stand as one in the end.