“What’s that sweetheart?”
A mishmash of words
we thrust together to
convey how intimate
and oh so close we
are with one another.
“Say again Honey?”
As if we forgot their
actual given names in favor
of some sugary platitude
that actually does sort of
express how we feel.
“Yes Darling.”
Shouted through hallways,
up staircases, from room
to room, these nick-names
and saccharin monikers
echo throughout houses and homes.
“Sweetie, did you hear me?”
We smile and nod with
curious pleasure hearing these
teasing nick-names roll from
the mouths of lovers in the heat of
the moment or warmth of a kiss.
“Babe, of course.”
Absent is the weight our natural
names carry, so heavily on our
sore and worn shoulders, replaced
playfully with the gentle coos of
pet names from sugary lips.
“What did you say baby?”
“Say it again, sexy.”
“Don’t call me Daddy.”
“Papi?”
“No.”
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