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1. Chocolate
Chocolate (The NOT WWII. Related poems)
He stood there watching the children,
unaware of danger,
glanced at me out of the corner of his eye
but gave only one startled cry and attempted to dodge
as I smudged his cheek with melted dark chocolate
my fingertips brushing against his stubble
surprising us both.
He blinked, and then blinked again.
“EWWW, it’s all over me!”
He glared as I washed my hands in the sink.
Someone asked him what happened.
“I was viciously attacked by SOMEONE’S chocolate
covered hand!”
As I darted away, he began scrubbing at his face.
He went over to the group of us,
“Did I get it yet?”
I giggled. “No, over further.”
“Did I now?”
“Oh here,” taking pity I took out a damp towel from pocket
and scrubbed the chocolate off.
“IT WAS THAT FAR OVER!?! I HAVE TO GO LOOK IN THE MIRROR!”
He returned.
“I will have my revenge. How would you like your thesis put in the trash?
Or better yet I’ll tell you that Stalin had the concentration camps,
the Germans were...”
“I’m not sorry.”
He glared.