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Austin Ryder Oct 2011
laying on our backs
hearts relaxed
in the distance but never too close
only stories and warnings from the wobbly elder folk
we can only look


but see one day
we might have disobeyed
and left to see for ourselves
that these ginormous figures
are but gentle themselves

work and well the earth
is but the most they do
we climb them so high
Austin Ryder Oct 2011
If I wrote about love,
I would write about you
About how your long lashes
Resemble those of intricate stings
In Mozart’s dreams
Or how you walk
Like gravity’s talk
Is lost in the sound of your step
I could mention how the beauty of the stars
Is at the center of your eyes
And when I stare
They capture me

You see, I want to drink the light in your skin
Jump up and tell the universe of a love I thought I knew
Then they can tell the story of how I fell for you
If I wrote about love, I’d write about how ever note I play
Always says your name
That I am the musician
And you’re my favorite song
And daydream of how your precious heart I chased
And then as we swam up the milky way
I would sings song about your name

If I wrote about love
I’d talk about your heartbeat
And how ever second it goes
And every minute the blood flows
My heart knows
It matches yours
And just as much as it beats for me
It beats for you
How the halls of my heart
Echo with the with violent vibration
Of our own monstrous laughter

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