A lone star.
Like a bindi on the sky’s
Third Eye,
So small but so striking.
She sits over the sea
Inviting
Lost wanders into her light.
The waves, her belly rumbling
The fish, her fingers fumbling
And how I was wandering,
But now I’m in her sight.
She washes blue to purple;
Bruised and delicate.
I’m falling in love, eyes closed, arms open…
But she’s celibate.
By Lyric Deep.
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