I imagine that if I lived in the time where operas were a more popular form of entertainment, I'd have an affair through one. It would be the set of my sordid passion. My unknowing, cheated on partner would despise the opera (a metaphor for his lack of passion) and I would go by myself one night, cleavage bleeding over my white corset dress, alone and thoughtful. I would have to sit in the balcony with my tiny, gold embroidered spectatcles, sighing and pouting impatiently while fanning myself - waiting for the curtain to rise.

It would rise, and just so, a hurried man wearing just a little bit too much black would sit next to me and not look at me.
We would sit next to each other the entire play - silent but for our shared outbursts of emotions. Laughing at the jester, crying at the deaths that are merely plot changes. The curtain would drop, the claps would rise like popcorn popping, and he'd grab my hand.

Still not looking at me, we'd run through the streets of our old time metropolis, rain pouring down and gleaning me of my makeup. I'd be pure and beautiful and we'd run. We'd stop in a park and he'd twirl me towards him and we wouldn't kiss, no, we wouldn't - I swear. We'd stare into each other's eyes and talk about the decline of man into the industriliazed city of disease, sin, and fault. Our sentences would fall together like a song, short, perfect lines chopping together to orchestrate something chest clenching. He would listen to me, inquire further, and reply to my statement with something more tantalizing - a volley of thought.

He would show me secret niches of the city. What appears to be a crack house but is actually full of friendly artists eating only what they grow in the backyard. He would be progressive and believe that men and women had equal intelligence, but just spread in different areas. He would not begrudge me for saying something he wished he had.

And when he finally kissed me it would be soft and warm with no tongue, fingers on the back of my neck lightly.

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