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