“Light Souls would make
a good tattoo. I have too many tattoo wishes. Not enough skin.” – Kat Boyd
Her
musings are my nourishment and I feed on them like a cruise ship buffet
I
want to eat everything on the captain’s table including the candlesticks and
crucifixions
There’s
nothing worse than running out of words when in the middle of a rant or a
verbose declaration of love
I
watched from afar as she fought the gusts of windmill and turbine with only her
moxie and untrammeled Scottish will
Stop
the presses I want to change the headline to something more upbeat and far more
delightful than the usual dumb downed news of the Dionysian night
The
days have been kicking me in the teeth as I gum another mayonnaise sandwich and
recall when I could afford sushi like it was just raw fish and not some luxury
item like healthcare
Her
tattoos call to me as if from another age when cheaper than a dozen didn’t get
you five to ten and the universal mind was respected and not condemned
Katie
doesn’t question my motives because she knows I’m not here to hurt her, but
only to support and witness a starling as she blossoms exponentially
There’s
nothing more satisfying than meeting a soulmate even if they’re in another
country and not available to date or cavort as our light souls educate us on
our endless possibilities to transform into stardust
Charles Cicirella
4/9/19 
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