You peek out from the green, leafy branches, nothing showing but your eyes and the tip of your brown nose. A beautiful wild thing you are. So brave. And a mixture of curiosity tempered by caution. Not for your safety. No.
It is your freedom that you guard with such zeal. The twigs in your hair, the dirt under your nails a badge of honor, marking you as untamed. One of the Lost Boys of Neverland.
To give chase is foolish. I could never catch you. Instead I back away, leaving you to resume your wild, roaming play.
But you do not leave. The soft sweet smelling creature you see intrigues you. You want to touch. So you come closer.
For inside the man the Lost Boy lives, forever playing tug-a-war with the opposite desires of unruly freedom and tender sanctuary.
Come. Lay your head of tangled curls on my lap for a moment. Let me gently tend your cuts, your bruises. Now, off you go. Quickly, before the comfort weakens you.
I see him you know. The Lost Boy in you. Does he see the Wendy Darling in me?
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