"Ecstasy"
Samra, I dreamt of you
and the most
violent of storms
parted
like lifted perfume
until the dance
began again;
that absolute choir,
where eyes shine
like the clearest of crystals
and you surround yourself
deep within
my cool Uzbek breath.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
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