When i saw first time, thethunder came crashing Your new blueeyeliner caughtmy distraction, like we were two loversforming from fiction, Your mouthcaught my ear with suchperfect diction, there i let you tie my hands back andtake me, Olorraine on asaturdaymorning, Olorraine with yoursoft, burninghands, We fellasleep in theback of thewarehouse, I woke to youkneading andcoveringmy mouth, like we werehummingbirdsscreaming atravens, Youstarted tomove me fromfact into fable, there i let you take meunder thetable, Olorraine on asaturdaymorning, Olorraine with yoursoft, burninghands,