The Queen spoke to me

She shuffled side to side upon the coffee table
early in the afternoon outside as I smoked a cigarette
A queen ant with wings searching for a mate
seeking to create a hive as I sought to be alive
I spoke to her
She listened to my words
She danced before me
I commented upon her beauty
She inched closer towards me.
she walked along the edge of the table
She flew onto my knee, then lost
I told her destiny
That will never be