You, And the smell that soaks your fingers Relative of plastic Of chemical, clean That spark I found in your eye The likes of which I'd only caught once Reflected in mine Of punishment and heat Of sin drawn to sin And that name The only fiber of you which slips my tongue Lost in the ache, that moment, uncut Purgatory in the itch Of the crawling, of hunger Stretched tight, the rubber of your skin That night on the sink edge I was transformed Born into a need, a slow burn On the back of your guitar I traded in these bones for bread Of brown dogs and devils Homesick for heaven Of feelings lost in the drip Oh for Southern gentlemen All snake eyes and slow drawl Sad cheap trick souls, all the same Creatures of arrangement, of mutual gain