Mab’s Road:

Hot, sticky, black tar

covers, smothers, burns

from the outside in.

Pluck out the eyes; yolk

from a three-minute egg, scooped out

with the cold spoon of reason –

the sight of you ignites.

Stitch up the nasal tunnels, sew

them closed like the holes

in over-worn socks –

the smell of you inflames me.

Seal the mouth shut, superglue

the lips so the desire to kiss

stays trapped within –

swallowed back to the pit.

I burn in your presence

and when you leave

your memory percolates;

an impeding explosion.

I am the road laid out before you,

tarred, hardened and ready for your leisure.

Regret matters not, erosion

is satisfaction with hindsight,

so ride me to that blazing sunset -

let all consequences be damned!