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Chocolate Mint
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She had beautiful long blonde hair
But I made her cut it all off
Razor shorn; it was either that or
My brand on her face
So she chose the hair. Wise decision.
It's my cell and she's my bitch;
She can't go around looking too good now
That would be unacceptable.
The matron walks by, routine clatter
Weeping of newcomers ignored.
Lights out, Tennyson committed
Chocolate mint on the pillow
My signal. Let's not forget the niceties.
I catch her fragrance, discern her shape
Naked under the sleepshirt
Ready for a night of love.

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B.  Callaghan
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Copyright © B.  Callaghan
September 1997

...a poem in this room by John D Porter...
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