Life must stop when you enter a room
breath ceases, muscles atrophy
eyes turn to blackened powder
and drift from sockets that behold
Coiffed hair, supple lips, gown drawn
from butterfly wings and supple leather.
Believe inside that none could survive
such a Grande Dame entrance as their
eyes, limbs, and breath left them.
Such imagination must be developed
when circling for the capture of a King.
Presentation of goods to be procured
within a night's one-sided passion
a Queen must always make an entrance.