ShodanAllen

Tic toc goes the mechanism in the machine, Just as my heart pounds in my chest. However, my own engine increases its strain the closer I get, She across the floor with rapidly depleting distance. I approach to hold aloft twin flutes of fine bubbling liquid, She taking it from my hand and pleasure with elegance. Never had I dreamed of a more statuesque form at my side, Yet, I dare to hope to make this night a catalyst of my reality. The seconds pass in smiles and wishes of good times, Our eyes meeting between raised glasses. Explosions and confetti rain down around us, We lean our faces into each other’s. Which of us is the pusher and

Held here to the earth…. Pushed down from the clouds where once we soared… Since the break, the skies are taken from us… Long treks and sails keep us apart…. Just as great the distance the magnitude of the pull… Ever increasing anxiety over the approach… Burning need to forever take footsteps in his direction… Though fatigue plagues me, I continue to his face… Then he appeared on the horizon… Floating from the earth on his beautiful balloon… Regal and handsome as my heart and eyes see him…. Debonair landing with hand outstretched to mine… So we defied the w

Once I had such happiness… Overcoming the Titans of the Dictatorship and ending the Rise of the Phoenix… Out of war came the love I always wanted… Only she would do… Now I am bereft of she who I held so recently as mine… Never would I have seen it coming when it did… Neither would I have dreamed of who would seek her hand… Noxious is the envy that he bore until he could hand it to me… Tomorrow, once a happy anticipation, now a dread cloud on my horizon… Twilight sees me alone with the stars staring… Telling me to give way to the rage of all elements… “Take he

Walking out into the palace courtyard, I see my wife with my son. There they both sit by the pond, feeding bread to turtleducks. Remarkable how they resemble my mother and me, so many years ago. Mother was a woman unparalleled in her time, both regal and nurturing. She represented the best of the Fire Nation… respected and beloved. Indeed, even now, she would command attention in any setting. My Queen of Ice is the same; from keeping home she was raised, Only to rise up the greatest of water benders and uniting all tribes. Her beauty and power are unequaled on this world… And my boy… so much like me already… So

Journeying to the Northern Water Tribe was a sorrowful vacation from my life, Loving two men with a heart endeavoring to hold onto them both, Running away from them was like tearing a tree by the roots. Responsibility, however, has plenty in mind for me over these weeks, For the decision can only be made by me… for me… for all of us… All the long miles looking at the sea from the back of sky bison, I see the journeys that brought me together with them both. Fate delivered my first love wrapped in glacial ice. Irony brought my second love in a warship draped in armor. Following both into the Eyes of Death, we all emerged

She dances on the beach with the waves at her command, Free flowing sundress twirling in the breeze with her movement. Turning to look at me with her sapphire eyes sparkling, Broad smile a flash in the setting sun, she stretches her hands And twin spirals of seawater coil into the air behind her. Weaving a pattern of rotating diamonds on a string, Sunlight strikes the prisms and the spectrum explodes, Bathing me in a dozen rainbows before opening to frame her form. Dazzled again by her beauty as much as her masterful control, How effortless she makes the most complicated of labors. Beginning to dance again, the loom twists around her, Gleam

Kettle calling me to the stove, I set it to cool before pouring. Proper tea requires proper heat, and takes time to energize and then relax. Returning to the den, I find them exchanging in humor… their eyes fixed together. Never, in all his years, have I seen my nephew more completely himself, She inspires his ascent to becoming a better man with each passing minute. Thinking back to the very beginning… their first meetings… Watching two polar opposites contrasting each other’s existence, Demanding the other justify their very reason to breathe and flourish. Just as she pushed him then, she pushes him now, not just

Awaking just before the sunrise, the brightening blue glow on the horizon, Wonderful view from my new bedroom window, turned sideways in vision, As my head rests on the tidal chest of my sleeping husband. Clutching liquid soft sheets of silk around my shoulders, Breathing deep the scent of his skin beneath my cheek, Satisfaction spreads over my face and rides a wave down my spine to my toes. Daylight creeps shadows along the bedroom before breaking over the sea to my eyes. Birds dance in the sky, singing “good morning” to the waking world, Still is my husband, the faintest hint of smile on his lips. Although I awaken in a land

Early in the soul’s grip of love, one learns the edicts of obsession’s commands… There is a drive from deep inside a man… animalistic right of possession. Such brings conflict when he turns, even if it is to face the whole world, Staring opposition in fearsome challenge for the woman’s hand he seeks. Private meetings for figures such as us… the Fire Lord and the Avatar… Once again, brought into emotional melee… my desire dueling his wrath… Her’s was the duty of breaking heart and confessing truth… taking her time search within… Mine is the task of welcoming my fr