Spit You Out

-Spit You Out-
by
Keaton Foster



In my mouth
Serious doubt
You are brave
And I am a fool
We met by chance
Chance has many meanings
Things always happen
Probability is easily
Turned onto its head
What’s up is down
What’s down is up
Fitting square pegs
Into round holes
Gets easier with spit
Driving straight is always easier
Compared to backing up
Many of times
Did we indeed dance
Our torrent romance
Was like a wild fire burning
There has never been much fuel
Few things around us are flammable
But what we did have to ignite
Oh thy God above
Did we ever create an inferno
We have never been much for words
Heavy petting quickly escalates
My raspy tongue is poison
Your soft lips are venomous
Two deadly toxins
Cancelling each other out
I wish there could be more
And for a time
There might have been
Do you remember when
My truly loveless fiend and friend
That I told you that I deeply loved you
It was of course such an outright lie
Easily you and I became caught up
We further tried and of course failed
Because for us it has
And always will be about this
Exactly what this is
Is not as it appears to be
That would all be too easy
The storyteller that is in me
Would not beat around the bush
I would go headlong into the tale
I would leave nothing for others to decide
I would make it X-rated and then
I would bash them over the head with it
All to ensure that they understood
Spit you out
This is about something entirely else
For a time I just wanted to get by
I needed to sucker someone
You to be exact
I needed you to meet
All of my twisted needs
And indeed there are so many
But of course
I thought I was messed up
Until I met the likes of you
If I am a former quire boy
Standing outside the church
Then you are an excommunicated nun
With a can of gas and a bic lighter
Don’t assume the issue
This is not about sex
This is a form of control
Absolute power over life
And dare I even say death
In my mouth
Serious doubt
You are brave
And I am a fool
Spit you out
A changing of the guards
A swapping of positions
The scale of power
Must be ever so slightly tilted
Fallatio on steroids in you will
At some point
Way beyond now
I’m sure that such simple pleasures
Will no longer suffice
You will grow raw and numb
And I will become impotent
What drives us mad
For both ourselves and each other
Will forever fade away
Again and again
This is about everything
Except foreplay and the main dish
Spit you out
This is a form of control
A power so close to the edge
Of both sense and reason
How wonderful is all of this
For a time neither one of us
Have been able to speak
Silence breeds contentment
Reframing from reiterating
Leaves plenty of time for other things
Changing positions
Both you and I are
The victim and the victimizer
We have never stood any real chance
And despite the fact that we knew that
We still have done things that even those
That have spent their entire lives together
Would find quite hard to swallow…


Spit You Out
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013