All Comments on 'Where Your Hands Are'

This poem, to me, flowed and breathed like an orgasm. The rising tension built in intensity. I could feel it drawing out and growing more frantic as the shape of the poem widened. I also felt the air whoosh out of me after the peak hit. The falling action felt like a genuine release of tension. Very nice job!

I know, you got the relations between the length of the lines and the stage of the sexual arousal all going on up then down. It sounds like a neat idea. I actually kind of enjoyed the content itself and the graphics of the lines was reminding me of the output of a cardiogram and therefore was kind of distracting from the content. So, the truth for me is that I prefer ‘straight’ poems with no paintings by the lines but that's just me. Still I liked it quite a bit.

i was a bit disappointed that the formatting didn't quite hold up to getting posted. it should look more like a side-view of a breast.