Shush, My Beloved
Shush, My Beloved
Shush, sweet heart!
Hold your reins,
For we are living in this frail space
Which fractures at the sight of our frowns
So, sigh softly sweet heart,
For you don't want to see our life mangle
The stitches are thin and
The wefts are bumpy
But you and I
Should say no word,
And in silence
Let's work on these edges,
For we are on a brittle braid
And in this air, we wobble
So, shush, my beloved.