Black Ale

I love your natal skin;    
So rich, I drink you in.
You're poured liquid black, but a solidified creamy brown;
You feel so good going down
I just bask in your detail,
You're intoxicating,

Black Ale.

Some call you bitter, I've heard some say tart,
I though, understand your complexities, so to me, I'll say you're art.
You taste of citrus, pine, & of strong caramel.
I sip you slowly, to keep the effects minimal.
But, your powers are more, than your body can entail,
My intoxicating,

Black Ale.

You're everything true appeal aspires.
Passions for you won't diminish, nor will want expire.
Yours is a story, whose roots are planted deep.
You move man, & mountain, while the world lies asleep.
And yours is no potion, but our planet's elixir, drawn from a culture's well.
Our sobering,

Black Ale.