Wound Brother

You know I can see him right?
Standing inside you
Desperate for love
For affection
The sensitive little soul 
This world a crushing burden
Your masculinity performed better than mine
For an entirely different audience
Maybe we could strip down to nothing
But those two little kids
Forgetting everything we learned
Frolic in a meadow of daisies and butterflies
Eternal, unstained youth
I don't know your wound
I am still learning the depths of mine
But, Wound Brother, I know you need healing
Even more than I
Must I return to my leather clad armor?
Must you keep running and hiding and flying?
Instead, lie down next to me here
Among the flowers and lush grass
So we can touch one another's hearts
So we can apply salve to the wounds
So we can gently, softly and serenely
Exhale