A pair of eyes wink at each other, far apart;
Two sins willing to be committed...
Two devils are sneaking around in the garage
Looking for a new place to make hell.
The air is amorous, redolent with sin.
'I smell chicken roasting...'
Satans seeking salvation.
And it smells more heavenly
As the charcoals belch irresistibly endlessly.
© Joshua Nnachi (2021) - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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