after Zachary Schomburg

Lost between the seconds I said. I’m lost
between the second I said I’m lost
between the pendulum
swinging between your thighs. There
are twelve kinds of people
& we are none of them
because I’m lost between the seconds,
lost between submitting
to the hands of your unwinding clock.

lucid disorient, waking at dusk—
you can leave if you must,
but don't rush it.
my polished exterior, hiding a husk,
looks like silk to the touch,
so don't touch it.

lazing away
through both halves of the day,
I'd've lain in your aura
accordant.
but off you must go
so I won't let you know
that each moment,
your absence is torment.

You were the first thing I learned. When I see you
I am reminded that some things I will always know
that the sky spins around and when I doubt anything is true
there you are- standing and waiting alone.
I believe in love. Don't you? I have seen in the stars
that some things will stay forever and some truths
will remain past all our broken pieces and silly scars
that some things don't need proof for us to believe them.
I believe in love, in the giving tree that always bends
down her limbs for the boy, trusting him
with not only her heart, but her leaves and branches
until the last page, the very end. She gives all she can.
I know this. I know it's true. I believe in love. Don't you?