I haven't fucked in a while

[cloud]

so full of grace
is the swing of her gait
that my hairs lift gently
to meet the air
behind my nape.

so bright is her smile
that all the mountains rise
to see the shine
of the gaze in her eyes.

[dukealien]

so full of grace
is the swing of her gait
that my hairs lift gently
to meet the air
behind my nape.

so bright is her smile
that all the mountains rise
to see the shine
of the gaze in her eyes.

Quite nice - one of those poems where it all seems to rhyme when only the S2 B rhyme is a formal end-rhyme.

On a less technical level (no critique intended), so far have found two ways of looking at it, given the title. The less circuitous is that the speaker admits making these observations because the speaker's been celibate for a while. The more circuitous is that these visions are self-observed (but described as if seen by another) messages sent by the speaker on account of her recent celibacy.

Or, of course, the writer is ascribing the title to the subject of the writer's observation, as the reason she's sending these messages to the writer.

Enjoyable in any case.

[busker]

Or, of course, the writer is ascribing the title to the subject of the writer's observation, as the reason she's sending these messages to the writer.

^^ I hadn't looked at it in this way, but it's quite a clever device!!

[busker]

there’s a good use of slant rhymes too

[Bunx]

Really dig this piece, the title makes sense, haha, was not expected the poem to be so on point.
Thanks for the read!

[Emmaishappy]

Subtle, yet beautifully constructed. I personally would have liked the title - I haven't made love in a while. This would widen your audience and match the content of the poem. Just my pref. Nice!

[ISawASpaceship]

so full of grace
is the swing of her gait
that my hairs lift gently
to meet the air
behind my nape.

so bright is her smile
that all the mountains rise
to see the shine
of the gaze in her eyes.

Well, the title of the poem certainly gives an image of what's on the poet's mind. Well then.

[bob@mancity.net]

Not sure about the title.

Not a title i would use for obvious reasons
Is it to shock?

Hope the got one after this poem..

[Fearful Symmetry]

To chime in for the defense, the distance between the title’s sentiment and the graceful language of its content is the driving force of the poem. Which isn’t to say that expressing a preference against the title is necessarily wrong or bad, I’m not trying to attack anyone or their opinion , but (at least for me) changing the title would be like calling The Vagina Monologues just The Monologues.

There was a story in the news a while back. As an art installation someone duct taped a banana to a wall. Some people went to see it. Some people stayed away, saying it was a symptom of what’s wrong with modern art. But one man, being hungry, ate the banana.

I don’t think this poem is a banana on a wall, and obviously no one has risen to the point of vehemence, but I do like the way that story illustrates a wide range of approaches to artistic intention

[rayheinrich]

2019 is calling... It wants to tell us that putting "fucked" in the title is the gift that
keeps on giving.
I definitely liked the poem. And, like all good poems, it can be interpreted in multiple
ways. Skillful use of rhyme - slant and otherwise. I like the title because I always
love a good juxtaposition and the mood of the body contrasts nicely with it.

...
The Vagina Monologues just The Monologues.

The Vagina Monologues! Oh my God! What a wonderful blast from the past.
"Coochie Snorcher" ...
I remember that after watching this ingenious folklore performance by Eve Ensler,
my wife and I couldn't have sex with a straight face for months (and even after
that you could never tell when one of us would get the giggles).
Life altering art, that's for sure.