THE UNQUENCHABLE LOVE


 THE UNQUENCHABLE LOVE

 WUNMI AJAYI


His love is a tasty juice flowing from the jar of His heart into the receptacle in my belly.

An elephant appears from the jungle;

Rumbles the grass with its hoof as if a bass stick was beating on a drum.

Sticks out its husk, attempting to suck the juice and empty the receptacle

But it can never stop flowing

And I will never stop receiving it.

©Wunmi Ajayi

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