Observations of a Water Bender
Sandalwood, salt
hot skin to be touched.
an eye that glows red in
a socket full of pain.
sixteen years of imperfection
has melted down into ambition
your autumn fire
burns me to an ember-
I'd give anything to know
the phantoms that haunt you
have finally taken flight.
to settle for battle on this
moon soaked night
and realize, despite my best efforts
my suspicions of you were right.
It's getting harder to hate you-
a villain with virtue.