the moment love 
glanced at me
i became captive
enslaved in her harem 
am i a consort
or a telling Scherazade 
a dancing Marjina
in Ali baba’s cave
a belly dancer 
who’s charm summons 
corpses’ from the grave
am i one of many
a mere muse or fantasy 
of dark eyed damsels

from the land of ecstasy