The Water Bearer

He gave me a funny look, then said good night, and vanished into his house.

I stood there a while longer watching the pond out there in the darkness. I heard the calming sound of the wind rustling the reeds of its hair.

And I felt something stirring inside me; the desire to see it up close, to cup my hands in its water, to gaze at my reflection in its mirrored surface.

Rushing back inside, I closed the house against the sight and sound of the pond, went back into our bedroom and woke my wife.

I made love to her then, to keep my thoughts at bay for a while.


That was about two months ago.

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