Bindi

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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