Dinner with a Tyrant

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