Poetry

Cragulon: An erotic poem

What words what words could bards and poets

spew

To frame the lovely Cragulon’s fair gaze?

Whose graceful tent’cles, strong as baughs of

yew

Perspire gently in a viscous haze

Her blubbrous form, so shapely to the eye

It curves and twists and gleams a milky blue

Her beak so stark against this azure dye

Her seven eyes the same alluring hue

 

Oh, take me to the furthest pits of love!

And ravish me within your supple breast!

Like you a noble hawk and I a dove

Devour first my heart, and then the rest!

Then I will be, dear light, as in the sun

Until your gastric juices make us one.