Better outlet

Many poets in the past

Burst out their lust

For their unavailable Queens

In their refined Classics.

Pity!

Their words were never heard by their Queens.

Faculty was at its best

As I burst out my quest

For my misfit Queen

In my outburst verses.

Gaiety!

 My words got to her hand.

The poets found their solace just

In ejaculation of their cries.

In me the solace is the ocean

For my cries reached the destination.

Who-else will get that sanction?

Ejaculation of desire is

The only source of their solace.

Insertion of desire in addition is

My source for greater solace.

If met with infusion, it is marvelous!

Ejaculation itself is pleasure.

If met with insertion, it is erotic.

I am fortunate to be erotic.

08.06.99, Palakkad