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.