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...
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