Manna Mania Miscelanea - Part 2

... King Arthur had an enchanted sword, do you, will it fell me? come, let's ready ourselves for embrace of the duel, the nearest mirror recasts the glittering joy of swords in our eyes... ... our eyes are the swords... * * * ... I felt your breath in the edgy delight of its lemon flavor dancing on my teeth and not waiting for the sun to leave I sought a tavern at noon, 'what will you have?' the shaman barkeep asked, my finger traveled across the space, and 'I'll have a draft of that spirit,' I replied, he paused, smiled, I suddenly realized I wasn't drinking alone in the breeze through the door, you and I commingling lip-red wine, plunging, bathing, not leaving until the sun again at high noon... ... and still I feel your breath while spinning, foolish and lemon-anointed, on the edge of dancing teeth...