Poetry Less Than Daily

Strong Poems. Beautiful Poems. Tough Poems. Poems w/ the F-word. Poems less frequent than before but no less kick-ass.

Monday, May 09, 2005

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 betwen my legs.

5 Comments:

At 7:33 PM, Blogger venancio said...

...explosive in its subtlety, dramatic in its entirety... good poem, good choice...

 
At 12:01 AM, Blogger L. said...

T--

I need more poems. Make them come here more. I am a lazy person and cannot hunt them down in their natural habitats.

 
At 9:07 AM, Blogger JWG said...

Dear Hot Shot,
Not begging. Maybe demanding. What do you think about that? Give me some poems.

 
At 1:48 PM, Blogger Fiona Robyn said...

Haven't been here in a while. Good to catch up!

 
At 7:18 PM, Blogger JWG said...

oh lord, I am melting

 

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