Anger frightens me
in a Dom. Cruel words
with a hard edge
becomes cruel hands.
A choke hold meant
to make you pay attention.
Eyes implacable and
intent, but not aroused.
Moved roughly, with
a hand twisted in my hair
or fingers bruising
my arm. Impatience.
Temper slicing the connection
between you and me,
leaving cold and ice.
You stay buttoned up
and closed off.
The only thing I feel from you
is pain. Anger frightens me
because in anger,
your control is a thin veneer.
We are all of us
only human, but when your temper
ignites
with the tiniest spark,
you become not safe. Not
Dominant, just frightening.
So I will push, sometimes,
Just a little,
Because I need to see
if you will flair. Blaze. Shove back
with the force of you, or if
you'll absorb. Accept,
and then correct. Firm, but gentle.
