Puzzles: something

The world opens to sexuality,  somehow the Queens hooked me,

And the Queen above any height, touching, how, holding a harpoon gun and stunning

Tho she looked new, she has something, like when you meet certain drag acts and they have this stage presence, that something, some way, I can’t describe, she just holds, in pause, and I’m mute, a second, any defence I have dies, and caught blinking forever, stuck there in the film of my life, a trance

Of her vision, her apparition rules the bodies in skies, coulda been in a dress of heaven-starred little sequins, ruling the Pathway of Dreams

In lofty height, high on life, skipped a little in my step up for the little happy step, some way affected, how sweet discipline in her form, somehow in her effect

Touched, tho not?

How, what was I not there, in ecstasy, was I caught