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Resolution: Zutara Month Day 31Tic 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 whom the acceptor?
May it be haps; those labels don’t apply to our kind.
Destiny, instead, our matchmaking accomplice,
Guiding together spirits long ago separate, only to reunite at midnight.
Floating Away: Zutara Month Day 30Held 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 world and other’s judgment…
Bourne away on the winds once again….
Far from prying eyes and opinions…
We two… untouched by the world and its limits...
The Other Half of Our Story: Zutara Month Day 28Once 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 her back, or leave them both broken as you are….”
But I force those thoughts into a cell in my mind….
Binding my vengeance until it sleeps and moves on…
Because I would see my friends be happy in my stead…
Beautiful friends they remain….
Day by day will I crawl from heartache…
Dawn will see me stronger an
Another Arc on the Ellipse: Zutara Month Day 27Walking 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 unconfident… so angry… so naïve… so vulnerable…
Thus, with choices ahead, room for him to strengthen his new self in the years.
So the world moves on and, in doing so, stays the same.
I am both my great-grandfathers, she both her parents, and he, my son,
Will be the sum of all those parts, for better or worse, thus is
Sojourn of the Seeker: Zutara Month Day 26Journeying 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 victorious.
The hardest battles come in times of peace… commitment put on trial.
Growing so much with Aang, learning about love and life,
Never dreaming that someone I already knew could challenge me to change.
Realization dawned like the first morning ever, having always been there,
From the first moment I touched his face and began to care&
Mistress of Water and Colors: Zutara Month Day 25She 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,
Gleams of ice and water sparkling in between every color.
Rising up from the sand, I contribute my own patchwork of dancing flame,
Silhouettes of our figures dancing in the air, just as I step into the rainbow corridor,
Swaying shared by we two lovers, until the sun falls behind the ocean.
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on the
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
organized chaosHis brain's like
reflecting muted light.
His brain is architecturally sound,
with perfect corners
organized into neat sections,
metal cutting the spectrum
into cautious pieces.
He tells me he's nothing.
He tells me that he's grown up
from the cracks in the sidewalk
like a dandelion,
and he's been waiting his whole life
for someone to come along
and blow his fucking head off.
He tells me he comes from a bad place,
and I nod
when all I want to do is shake him
and remind him
that everything beautiful
must grow up out of the dirt.
I wanted to write you a lovesong.i.
Summer rain has nothing
on the sound of your laugh,
little pinpricks of sunshine
lounging across the cobbled
streets of midnight,
cooled grey eyes, shining
tears of nightlights
glowing like stars in your cheeks;
in darkened archways,
hollow stone walls
reverberating through my skull --
back to earth, loving
taking root under the city floor,
breathing across cool hands
in warmer songs, notes
bundled under my sheets
thoughts that last all night
and drift between the rafters
of my chest
wanting at last;
pure, starry sky and
dawn rolls down the mountainside,
turrets and towers
crinkle-eyed smile batters
falling -- falling --
more delicate than down
softly into the clouds.
one life into another
the moon has sunk
into my soul; I am losing
but the bloodl
How the waves tasted your anklesSince you are the only sailor
of the sea that my moon-
child eyes so easily bleed,
I crumble to shoreline pieces
every time I press my lips
to half-neglected sea glass,
haunted by visions of the way
you rolled cherries on your tongue.
sacrosanct perversionhe is
my paragon of feverish intemperance
my blue-flamed boy nova
the burning of my besotted wits-end and start
the reticence under the gape of endless stars
whose abdomen fell
prey to my scathing eyes and starving claws
whose mien asphyxiated
by my irrepressible thirst
past his past lovers and navel gait
how i pine
for the warmth of his gargantuan laughs
for the coolness of his gaze transfixed
on my lips
blue-fire fervor and inferno
dearest penned don
grant me my sip of the holy grail
i would become a polyglot existence
singing of her myrtle and doves
and my mirabile dictu love
on every known continent
BloodlustIn our private heaven
We satisfy our bloodlust
By breaking each other's skin
With a shinny blade
And tasting the crimson flow
The flow of life
A life of lust and love
The love we feel
For each other
A bloody and guilty love
Of voluntary wounds
And beautiful scars
Our reason to live
Our dirty secret
A secret we both carry
With great pleasure
The only way
We can feel happiness
Two LilliesI found my soul,
in a white lily atop a hill,
a red wine sunset
splashed against the sky.
My heart felt her before
I could see,
the flower strongly rooted
petals blowing with a battle cry
against the wind.
The gusts overtime,
testing and strengthening
the precious growth
roots sewn deep.
I sat beside,
your petals open wide
nothing left to hide,
shades of white
despite the soil you came from.
Yet alone you sit
a secret scent,
for me to enjoy
as I read a book,
and talk to you about everything and nothing.
Late into the night.
dew like tear drops,
and I couldn't take you home with me
but I would return again,
Until the day I join you.
StarsYou fill me up with bubbles,
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
ways I have failedscarling I believe
I knew our stars were faulted
The same way I knew that I couldn't stand them disarrayed
I wove you slowly
into my tendons
and I refuse any dimension that finds us ceasing
just pretend I am a man
and not a knot in your chest
I will pretend that I'm not gasping for breath
you are my barbed catalyst
that I refuse to release
I will proudly dress my wounds in the mirror
knowing that everything will be better than I was
there is no part of me undoctored
no words ungreened
and no fiber untorn
you were never just a prompt
but you were always more than my thin hands could manage
I always knew you would outgrow me
Zutara Week Day 4: WhimsicalWhimsical
With all four nations represented and united,
The celebrations of liberation rising to carnival,
The affairs of the new State of Fire we abandoned
For a few hours of fellowship to the sound of the Flameos.
After we raised teacups to our triumph together,
Ty Lee whisks Mai to a girl's dance circle,
The rest of the group follows suit, leaving me
Sharing a relaxing respite to the sound of Uncle's Sungi horn.
I thought I couldn't be happier watching from the walls,
After all, dancing hadn't happened here in half a century.
Then my mind's eye lost focus to the vision in front of my scar
A smile below Southern eyes and the dark palm outstretched to mine.
But what to do?
Months ago, a day at the beach was a struggle for sanity,
How different my next trip real smiles in the sand.
A whole life of conflict, whether work or at play,
Until, with the world on the line, a group hug set me free.
My smile comes with a flourishing shrugging off of my robe,
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