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, â€œI have poems for youâ€ But my words were lost in the wind. I said, â€œI love youâ€ 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.Â© 1999, Noelle Kocot â€œBicycle Poemâ€ has been published in Lit, The Village Voice, Isn't It Romantic? --the Verse Press anthology of Love Poems by younger American poets, and it appears in Noelle Kocotâ€™s first book, 4, winner of the 1999 Levis Prize, published by Four Way Books.