Cernunnos Poem by John Bliven Morin

See! The hornèd moon arises,
See the mists upon the land;
Soon the twin fires will be lighted,
Here I stand.

Hear the stag’s cry in the distance,
Hear the bull’s sensuous bawl;
Tonight I shall a man appear,
Hear me call!

Come to me ye village wives,
Come to me ye maidens fair;
Hear the tabor, hear the pipes!
Loose thy hair.

Tis the time for celebration,
Tis the time for revelry.
Leave thy dress upon the arbor,
Come to me.

Dance, ye women here in secret,
Dance within the standing stones;
Let the year long lust consume thee,
Flesh and bones.

There my hot breath in your ear,
There ye feel it now beneath;
Garlanding thy face with kisses,
Like a wreath.

Feel my hands upon thy body,
Feel my lips upon thy thighs;
Tasting of thy woman’s wetness,
And thy sighs.

Lips upon protruding n-p-l-s,
Lips upon each glowing part;
At last I enter thee with vigor,
As we start.

Bodies pounding at each other,
Bodies slamming as they must;
And I feel thy body flexing,
At each thrust.

On and on the dance continues,
On until each Little Death
Takes each player to nirvana,
With panting breath.

At last each heart is beating slower,
At last the fires are all abated;
And every woman is exausted,
Each one sated.

Dawn, the women dress and leave here,
Dawn, the women homeward wend;
This secret tryst a secret keeping,
From the men.

They will never once forget me,
They will to each other nod;
Dreams of lust will oft remind them
Of their god.