Wisps of hair preens the breeze,
merry bells,
tinkling,
from between her lips . . .
My heart ticks
apace with the freezing heat -
pure light -
snow-white flash in tundra sheets . . .
Stillness becomes me -
only a finger flickers,
as I, reaching still,
to touch her heart . . .
It flames!
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