She enters
his brittle queen
a brandy snap of
forced cream
taking her throne
declaring dinner open
She sits
from head to toe
commanding attention
razor cropped hair
complementing short tongue
steel tipped stillettoes
nailing down insurrection
Knowing his station
he sits and emits
saccharine noises
We watch him
mould and fold himself
around her
like thick golden syrup
Theirs is a refined love
so crystal clear
We, in attendance,
march stately through
our train of courses
unable to eat dessert
I ask for gorgonzola
Too much sugar in one sitting
I declare
Victoria is not amused
