fic: twilight [edward/tanya, poem]
Title: seven days of january
Author: Alisa
Format: POEM
Word Count: 182
Rating: T for implications
Summary: january is such a lonely month.
Author's Notes: I haven't written any poetry in a really long time, but I think this turned out pretty well. More Edward/Tanya, of course.
seven days of January
white
like the lace of her dress
like the color of her skin
like the feel of an Alaskan morning
(new).
Sunrise warms the mountains,
the earth; but
the snow glistens, white, cold,
unchanging;
and he sees her.
He sees her, pale skin
white lips forming black thoughts,
pushing, stretching, bending until
he breaks.
“Not now,” she says, but her hands
are under his shirt.
“Not ever,” she says, but her hands
have got a hold.
I’m not what you need,
she thinks,
and he wishes he knew better.
I can wait you out, he thinks,
(wants to say)
but the words are bitter on his tongue
and leave him colder than before.
But reason is pardoned,
banished in a flash of
white, shimmering, sunrise
light
and his eyes are dark
and her eyes are inviting.
The lace of her dress is stunning
against the white of her cold
cold
skin.
With a deep breath and a plunge:
He touches her gently
(hidden power);
a brush of fingertips
and they’ve already lost
what they never had,
in the fleeting touch of January.