Edward
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Bonnie Yates, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2009
It's the middle of the night but he never sleeps
Edward climbs through my small bedroom window
As elusive as a dream
He sneaks in without a sound
I stare into his butterscotch eyes that shimmered like jewels
And the sharp angle of his cheekbones
My hand runs across the smooth marble span of his forehead
Then tangle through his rain-darkened bronze hair
The rain drops, glistening like diamonds
He rolled until he hovered over me
And held himself carefully so that I felt none of his weight
But I could still feel the cool stone of his body press against mine
His rock hard hand curved along my hip and down my leg,
Around my knees
He paused there, circling around my calf
Cold as ice, his tongue lightly traced the shape of my lips
Then his moved with mine
My breathing became un-even
My head spinning, the air was coming out too fast and shallow
He put his lips right to my ear
His cold breath tickled
And whispered my name...
Bella.