Terms of Endearment

I didn’t mean
to call you baby,
but there is comfort
in the way
your body slumps
onto mine;
a foolishness
about your long,
thin arms holding
on to me, that
makes me think
these terms of
endearment are
acceptable for us,
for now, for tonight.
So I call you my
darling and don’t
resist the urge to pick
the flecks of leaves
from your hair.