A Very Fine Affair

Bach was to blame
for bringing them together;
struck from the first time
he saw her. His knees
went totally weak,
whilst hers hugged
her cello.

Her wrists, so lithe,
so deliciously supple,
and those fingers,
plucking the strings
in such peremptory
pizzicato, sent
his spine all a-tingle.

The rise and fall
of her breasts,
in perfect duple-time
had him mesmerised

as he envied that whisper
of a dress – caressed
her thighs...and yet,
her ‘Air on a G string’
was his real undoing.