Drive

I like the dark, slippery roads
Cornering tight and fast
Flirting with the threshold
Enticing danger’s brink

There’s as moment,
Where the tires start to skate
And hazard overpowers me
With an intake of breath

And it could all go awry
With my brow demolishing glass
And my blood spilled like wine
On the dash light glow.

But my faith in traction
Has served me again.
And this treacherous arousal
Is sated for a while.