POEM: A Very Sappy Love Poem aka The Chou

The Chou

He is to me the stuff that dreams are made of

brilliant bursts of color that

throw shade at the rainbow

give side eye to a prisms glow

French diplomat freak in the sheets realness

the category is

Love
New Style

soft and gentle

smooth and subtle

it isn't the explosive passion that has moved my foundations

in the past

it was the Fourth of July and Krakatoa

but this......

this is a broad river

with a powerful undertow

slowly making its mark

through the stoic earth

inexorable it feels like truth

his distance feels like the reach

from river source to its delta

But I can feel him though he is not cerca

verdad the source and the delta are the same river

I meant to give him a lingering goodbye

but life got in the way (I had a grant due that day)

so it was a swift kiss and into a taxi

left me

wanting

that long goodbye

instead

it will be a Hell of a Hello

And anyone that says two months ain't a long time

hasn't been in love before

Two days is a long time when you crave waking up in his arms

despite the snores

that sound like a Silverback banging on its chest

somewhere deep in his neck

he growls in his sleep

keeps his arms around me

except when my arms are around him

sometimes he doesn't let me go

in that way he is just like his best friend

(Yes, I also dated him).

But if this is the beginning

there can only be a happy ending

because once upon a time I fell in love with a Frenchman

who was first my friend

and those are the types of bedtime stories

that never ever end.

-Brandon Lacy Campos

-New York, NY

-August 7, 2012