Gulfs and Such

Upon the edge I sit,
Staring across
A gulf of white,
Brutal, bitter, cold
Sings it’s song
Of death and delight.
And I know, within
My being’s depths
That the path across
Is life, vigorous and true,
Fully, finally alive.

Guides for Love

There are the songs
Step by step guides
Pour amore. Formulaic
Algorithms, hearts,
Just simple functions.

Human hearts don’t
Work that way. 
Intense complexities.
Love’s quest often
Maddeningly murky.

Love entails risk
Confessing our 
Passion, perhaps
Unreturned. Painfully
Raw moments.