the queen

light and airy
like breath that bleeds
out the mouth slowly seeps
in the ooze of engines and sounds
made by gods for you specially
walking with a limp 
made by forgetting for years
what it means to soar
sweetly each note
steps in chromatic crescendo
to a thing called now
so each time you ever tried
to be beautiful
a wedge-like wassail assailed
your senses siren-like with portent
damning all appearance to traps
and magiclessness
the only universal law of beauty
is release
that means now
as soon as you try to keep it
it's gone
surrender all your riches to now
she is the queen of every single 
goodness
and she has a special quality
of not being capable of refusing 
your heart
because turns out
she is your heart
so spend your every moment
in reverie
for the beauty that ever was you
without trying