18+ a longer poem about a subject not as obvious as one might think. Try figuring it 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 |