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

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