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...
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