I want to kiss the malt you stained your lips with,
As masculine and camouflaged as they are by a lions mane.
I never saw you as beautiful until they day you spangled me in it
Longing with questions and me with a taste for the road,
It could work if I forced myself to turn my back on what had made me whole.
For the drunkenness in your coal mined eyes and the need knots in my stomach tell me to join you on the stage
Whether it's behind, in front or by the side, I want you.
I want you in the way I don't want to be alone.
I want you in the way I would starve myself to the bone.
I want you in the way I'd call that home.