wind chimes tickling
bells chirping
a dance across vibrations,
a paso doble into my eardrums.
it lingers.
tunnels through canals,
slides into honeysuckle memories.
there’s a secret whisper–
both invitation and dare–
a taunting to remember the bells
enveloping me with each
Ring.
i choose to melt into her Laugh
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