5 Poem by Tori Bachue

I wonder what this is
More or less
It ain’t love
Like the full moon,
Or the intriguing darkness of a new one
Fatal attraction
That comes and goes, like the tides
My brother, who are you
Divine like a God
And cold like one, too
Yet this fine life, line creates a pact
An everlasting bond
Join me, my love
I promise you the world, my world,
Which you are, after all
To be or not to be, without
Doubt