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
por the waterbender
Is she
Who becomes the wordbender
In me.
Why do I want you so?
If you are my friend,
Why do you make me dream no end?
If you are my teacher,
Why do I see you as my peach—err …
If you are my sifu,
Why does my coração race for you?
If you 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 you are but a waterbender,
Why does my coração feel so tender,
As if you bent it with your eyes,
Your touch, your kiss?
When will you realize
That I feel such painful bliss
For you, the one I miss,
Even if you stepped away like this
Every second, every hour,
I wish you would shower
Me with your affection,
‘Cos yours is my undivided attention!