This poem could be percieved as Zutara, but it was written as Sozu.
Disclaimer: I don't own ATLA.
Fire
A fire to melt the ice surrounding my heart,
Frozen there by so many lost loves;
Water to quench the flames of his anger,
His passion.
Roped in by those red-flecked, golden eyes,
So different from my own wet, blue ones.
And while I yearn to feel
Pale skin pressed against tan,
I know it will never be,
For neither of us will relinquish our boundaries,
Always circling, never touching,
Yet always connected,
Like two oboros dragons.
Flames that burn as they lick my skin,
Like many thousand lizard tongues.
Fingertips brush my jaw
As I dodge a well aimed punch,
Sending shivers down my spine,
Shivers I turn into anger.
For I am not the one he recognizes.
I am not the one he thinks of before sleep.
I am not the Avatar.