BEYOND THEIR SHRINE

          I always saw them, I saw them trough their bedroom's window when they were coming out from the shower, naked, only a yellow or a blue towel on their heads.  Always together.
          One taller than the other.  The taller one with bigger breast than the other, the one with bigger breast was a copper woman, a corn field ready to be harvested.
          The smaller had white skin, velvet or peach like skin.  Golden hair, she was wind and thunder.  Their bedroom curtains came down as soon as they saw me and I kept playing my kid's games outside.
          Three O'clock after lunch, siesta time, I walked dutifully to their house right behind the cotton fields, hidden among pirules and mezquites on the side of a hill.  I saw them again and again, beautiful like clear water in a shallow pond.  Brown mother earth, vast, full and goodness wind, daughter of time, ethereal, eternal, sharp and light like the sky.  Once in a while they saw me they got used to me, they did not covered their bodies any more.  Mother earth came close to the window and told me -nino, go and play somewhere else- I didn't answer, I walked away looking at them, I saw her breast heaving against her body as if the soil wanted to steal some seeds from her nipples.  The towel on her head fell down and a shiny hair black mane flowed over her shoulders framing her face and neck.  Goddess wind walked up to her and picked the towel up and in a more authoritarian voice told me -didn't you hear? go and play somewhere else- I turned around and left waving good bye. It was August, month when the sun punishes any surface in my dusty town, burning them making them darker. I turn my head back and mother earth and goddess wind laid down over their bed. I stole a quick glance and saw their breast resting peacefully over a colorful sheet. I walked away and say nothing to no one. It was my secret I saw the goddesses in their own shrine.
        Three O'clock after a heavy lunch where I had red sweet water melon, juicy peaches, and fleshy papaya, my mother sent me back to school,  I left in a hurry,  I went to their sacred shrine. and they were there, two goddess on top of each other. Their arms embracing each other and their manes mixing in an unusual blend of obsidian and gold.  They did not see me.  I could not walk away.  It was their sacred rite, I was not supposed to see it or a spell could cast me into stone, or salt.  Grandma always said something like that when kids saw something they were not allowed to watch.  A beautiful dance of embraces was been performed in front of me, no music only the sounds from their mouths, sounds of their soul.
          Mother earth went down mother wind's body caressing her with the touch of her hair, with her tongue. Goddess wind arched her body letting her hair to move wild and free against the emptiness of their room, allowing me to see he swan like neck.  Mother earth brown hands fondling her white breast, slowly like if she were revering them. A rainbow surrounding their bodies.   A symphony of sweat, a high note like a wild scream and everything went silent for a moment, then their strong breathing filled the air.  Mother wind stood up he body shinny, her pubic hair like tiny roses, she left the bedroom, mother earth followed her a second late.  They did not see me.  I walked away.  I walked on the arid soil trying to give life to those cotton plants,  the cotton buds crowing the gold dried stems looked like goddess wind's breast. I stare at them until the fresh night breeze started to play with my hair, bringing back the memories of their sacred dance. I walked away and play, and play by myself.  I was always alone with my child toys.  A yellowish lizard ran by, I saw it, it did stop feeling my stare, the lizard tried to run knowing  my intentions, I chased it until I squashed it under my foot I did not know why, I only did it.  Lizards remind me  of my grand mother. I went home and slept.
          Three O'clock  it was getting late, but I was still seating at the table a big plate with a huge liver steak in front of me, bloody and smelly, I ate everything else but the liver and my mother did not let go out I cut a tiny piece of that meat and put it inside my mouth making myself gag. I was waiting for Batman to come and save me, time went by and he didn't show up.  My grandma was talking to my mom in the living room, it was already five O'clock.  Grandma mention the word lesbian I didn't know what she meant but I knew she was talking about Mother earth and goddess wind.   More people came by and they were talking loudly, angry.  Don Juanito said -we should teach them a lesson-  every body agree. I was still bound to my chair. everybody left, no more noise, no more screams.
          Mother came back excited,  she sent me to bed. My red-green bedroom felt empty.  My cousin Nando was getting all the attention.  Grand ma said he was such a good darling for telling them about those two women sinners, How did they dare to do those nauseous unnatural acts in front of everybody. Nando was such an angel. He was taken to bed, Grand ma was covering him with kisses.
          I woke up went to school, came back for lunch, the cold greasy liver was waiting for me on the table. I ran out as fast as I could. I was going to see Mother and goddess. the lizard's body I squashed the day before was been eaten by ants, I jumped them. I got to their home, the house looked like a hurt animal, the facade was bruised , broken glass windows,  torn doors and on the left wall of the house, painted with red letters Romans 9:29 from the Bible.