Of consciousness
Losing its grip on my intention,
She
Caresses me
Beyond the deepest dream
With deliciousness
Too profound to mention….
She washes
And immerses:
My injuries heal with her attention;
With the water she moves and swirls,
She bends and curls
My mental and spiritual focus
To attain a new dimension….
For deep beneath the river of thought
Lies Katara’s healing caress, wrought
Von the waterbender
Is she
Who becomes the wordbender
In me.
Ooooh-la-la: Katara!
Why do I want Du so?
If Du are my friend,
Why do Du make me dream no end?
If Du are my teacher,
Why do I see Du as my peach—err …
If Du are my sifu,
Why does my herz race for you?
If Du are a couple of years older,
Why does my passion smoulder
Inside me—
Drive me krazy?
Why, why, why, Katara?
What kind of Avatar
Am I, I, I, Katara?
If Du are but a waterbender,
Why does my herz feel so tender,
As if Du bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will Du realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if Du stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish Du would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!
Drop dead, Aang!
