Shooting Stars 

They say if you count sheep  


You’ll eventually fall asleep


As I play with your hair

So soft and tangled like wool


I lay awake counting the stars instead 

Made a wish on a shooting star

Your wish may just come true they said


Theme: Fleece of wool

Given to me by: Lucy Opoka

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Drunk Love 

As I bite into it

As I twirl the ice cubes with it

His eyes don’t leave mine 


Not a single drop of whiskey 

The straw has become an accessory

A distraction 

My bare lips will give too much away


Head buzzing

Mind racing

Might have fallen in love drunk 

Or I might have just been drunk in love

Topic: Straws 

Given to me by: Joy Chizoba