Romance Poem: Hot-Spittin’, by Fin Gohlinghorst

Spider web spit
Right between his teeth

A bridge to cross
Over a ravine of throat

My car is rolling slowly
Panting heavy

Steam hissing off its flank
We’re not going very far

Wherever he wants
There’s no one out at night

Roads climb onto their hutches
And crawl forward

No one notices–
How hot-spittin’ I’m driving

Supposedly all the darkness
Of country roads

Means real danger
Up and down danger

I’ll pull over–
Not up or down

Wherever he wants
Letting clouds roll off his teeth

Damn hot-spittin’ fine
You’re gonna to remember

When I reach over
To touch each one

Coffee-stained yellow
Scum under my nails

Tasting like your teeth
You’re going to remember

The sounds of him panting–
Hissing under my foot

Roads crouching back down
And ducking their heads

Doe-eyed yellow
Catching up in our head-light

Shrunken world
He’s got spiderweb spit

Drooling down
The grapes window

You know how it feels
To walk on two legs

Going nowhere–
Know going nowhere

With me now

Spittin’-hot driving
Right into the sun

Roads arching back
Into straight spines

Headlight-shrunken world
Expanding

Doe-eyed yellow
Dilating

Spider web spit
Detangled