I yelled at him last night
for no real reason
I was happy and then a shot gun champagne cork
it just happened.
He recoiled, afraid.
Had I not just been laughing?
Joking?
And suddenly Hell reared its head
for a second
just long enough to snarl
Shut up shut up SHUT UP
He took pause, and I apologized profusely
I wasn't expecting
this wasn't your fault.
He just held my shoulders through the telephone
and pulled me to him
whispering softly
I am never afraid of you

Only afraid for you.