Nicknames

 
I called him Papichulo
But he really wasn’t the true definition
We just both liked the song
And the way he looked in his Cadillac
Windows rolled down
Cigar rolled up
He called me Goya
Because when we were far apart
He’d think of me and imagine I was there
Next to him
And he swore
I was really there and he could really feel my skin
On his
We decided against the norms
Baby, Honey, Sugarbear
Those just weren’t for us
We needed something significant
Something just for us
I would wait for my Papichulo
He would wish for his Goya
And when we were together
We’d open up the wine
And snuggle deep inside the blankets
And wish for the night to never end