Peter.

Peter 

Not a wolf in sheep’s clothing
But a boy disguised man
Scratchy beard, calloused hands
Gentle touch, wide eyes

In love, but not with me
Just my refuge, just my peace
Taste of safety, taste of home
A solace found, but not his own

Always and forever,
Until the armour wears thin
“You don’t scare me”
Sweetly lying through his grin

Maybe one day I’ll meet a man
Who won’t claim to like fire
And then cower when I burn.
A mirror reflection, cherished,
Soon, it’ll be my turn.