A Sprinkle of Opulence

I’m sorry about this, he said
You’re up against a super-villain
Who also has a cape & tights?
The mask less obvious

She noted it down
Including body language
He was curious of course
As was she

He, as was tradition
Wore his underpants on the outside
Tried to notice her observing
His bulge placid at best

But she was non-judgemental
And interested in his words
Much open …
To know of his torment

No, she would not do that
Pat him down for a weapon
Trust being sacrosanct for her
Totally unlike him

I understand, Paganini
Was more of a player?
Than a composer

Is that wood I smell?
Burning or blood
On someone’s counter