Enchanteresse d'accordéon

Sleeping under the moonlit skies
Your mesmerizing melodies
Belly-danced with every star
That spanned the space below us;
And people rose like smoke from there,
The massed multitudes were searching
For our dark, secluded, cove.

Yet I cared not, and you still played
Alabaster accordions—
Their tunes were tearing straight through
The hazes of hash and incense,
And their melody hypnotized
An Albatross to carry us
Off to the Caspian Sea.