July 2025 | poems by culturing

They prefer the abuseWho is the boss of them, clambering

As Only You CanI have passed through the valley of Sirens,

Make my dreams trueThere comes a time when a man

DaylightShe was like daylight, her visions

How much loveHow much love can I muster,

The Presence of LoveCome to me, spirit. Invite my displeasure,

Passion chokes out thinkingHow many thoughts must I lose

Just One Moment MoreBack to myself, coming home, it's a wonder

Woken by StormsClimbing back down, into sheets of myself,

I could go to herOn the doorstep of adventure, I write to you

That Hollow MoonWe sat grown quiet at the name of love;