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Mizu (Water)
By Richard Rivers
Miho stretches out a foot to gingerly test the bath. Her toes are tiny and
curled, looking like a string of glossy white pearls. The water is as calm
as glass and when her toe touches it, for a moment the surface tension
resists and there is a perfect balance between liquid and soft flesh.
Miho lived in the village by the ocean, while I made my home alone in a hut
among the steep rocky slopes above. Her husband, a fisherman, had died some
time before leaving behind a wife and young daughter. That Miho and I
became lovers was as inevitable as a stone tossed high in the air falling
back to earth, as profound as knowing that same rock had at one time rested
on a mountain slope and, ages before, slept on the ocean's deepest floor.
When Miho draws a bath, I know. From a clearing, I can see the houses of
the village below and the little gray speck that is Miho, moving from house
to woodpile to bath. Before long, there is faint smoke curling up out of
the chimney and I am pulling my shoes on.
Her lovemaking changes with the seasons - in summer, hot, with sweat and a
woman's throaty cries of passion; in the fall, weary and gentle like the
world spinning down. By midwinter she's a little girl again, in need of
warming, all arms and legs wrapped around me, clinging tightly and sighing
like the wind. Through the spring she's most changeable, yawning and
stretching when the rain is drumming, lightly drumming against the
windowpanes, awake and laughing when the sun comes out again. Then we lie
together all day, making love while the soft light of afternoon turns dim,
while beneath our window her young daughter squats beside a puddle, gently
tapping the surface with a stick, watching the ripples spread outward.
Fin
Richard Rivers
10/00
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