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Bicycle Poem

There were cathedrals falling out of your eyes
And your arms were the handlebars
I held in an abbreviated dream of crushed petals
Strewn across the limpid avenues.

I said, “I have poems for you”
But my words were lost in the wind.
I said, “I love you”
And you drifted into sleep.

And so I said nothing and rode you in and out of the rooms
Where we had stretched the boundaries of the soul
Like an endless sheet
And I felt you waking up between my legs.

  — © 1999, Noelle Kocot

(Reprinted without permission of the author. “Bicycle Poem” has been published in The Village Voice, and it appears in Noelle Kocot’s first book, 4, winner of the 1999 Levis Prize).