Let Me In Poem by Bella S

Meet me
at twilight /
we'll play beneath the moonlight
like it means / something.
(You mean / something.)

There's a wolf —
grey / still —
watching us /
like he knows
what it feels like
to want /
and wait /
and not take.

Like he knows
there's a place we could run /
not for safety /
(but for the chance / to touch /
without consequence.)

A place — untouched —
by hunters in red coats,
their mouths full of rules /
their hounds / closing in /
on what could happen /
in quiet hollows.
(I) want.

That's the thing, isn't it?
The soft / place.
How do I say it
without
(breaking / what's barely / holding?)

Let me in.

(I'll be careful.)
I'll (be quiet.)
(I know where your edges are.)
(I can be)

gentle.

Time's folding in /
and I'm just about /
ready / to walk —
slow, steady —
away
from the heat /
of your indifference.

I would wait —
wait / to complete you —
if I believed
I could survive /
this kind of /
hunger / unanswered.

(So quietly.)