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Kernunnos

Hooves, bones, serpent's kiss pine in the leaves of Oak: Scales moss around you, wood to the thicket of your trunk. The scar shows in rust, spirals all along the torque of my spine. I wrap myself around you until blood rushes to trickles of sound. August 7th, 2012

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  1. Date: 11/23/2012 1:45:00 AM

    form and style faultless

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 11:52:00 AM

    Wonderful reading your excellent poetry today Christine. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 10/22/2012 9:05:00 PM

    I love this poem, Christine! I dont know how you do it...every time I try to write something passionate or erotic, the result...is pathetic! This poem is fantastic...you even use the title to bring the image of the Celtic God and his sexual energy and vitality... Intelligent, creative, ...a great piece!