A Poem by Noelle Kocot
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.
"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment