Manna Mania Miscelanea - Part 1

... we took each other by storm, and I was blissfully chastened, god was astonished while the wind, a mocking ageless echo unwittingly beckoned us with thunder galloping apace the astonished and chastened night... ... in one blind stroke, the lightning joined us as one... * * * ... what distillation is this? its vapors writhing so delicately above the thin-veined glass of this vial trembling with such fragility, is it poison? must I drink it? yes, I must under compulsion of your unflinching glance - oh, now I am dizzy, silly, giddy with only wanting to tumble into your arms, such sweet poison, antidote of a ravishing possession riding on the gentle storm of our snores, and silly me, though what is that? but your hair tickling my nose... ... give me more of that liqueur, and yes, tickle my nose again...