So...That's Why You Left Germany

With ruthless efficiency
the German guitar player
Blitzkreigs the strings of his instrument.
His wife, the petite flamenco dancer,
taps her tiny toes with arrogant precision.
One can almost feel her spiked heels
on his back when they are in heat.
His blunt indifference to anything
outside his obsession with the frets
is a fitting tribute to his masochistic splendor.
Her joyless smile punctuates her
sadistic cuteness.