Mind Masturbation Poem by Lazarus Knix

When a man speaks, he ejaculates
When a man writes, he masturbates
The semen of a heart is infinitely finite.
Silence buds within like lusting twilight
As a poem's evolution to womanhood.

In tragedy her curves are arched,
Each sigh-
A widening bulls eye-
Your words, the darts-
And as your heart marches through the dark
If you deny yourself the light
Of your lust for her, (the lust to write)
It is no sin of incompetence
Simply poetical reconnaissance.