60 Dollar Opera Tickets

A small booth

A cheap one – sure but they were finally alone.

Her in a cheap new dress and red lipstick

He in a cheaper suit – reeking of cologne

And sweating after a long day

Bribing poor people into buying bad cars.

Together, shoulder to shoulder capturing

In awe the beauty and majesty afforded by 60 dollar opera tickets -

Alone, sweaty – her face in an almost orgasmic face -

Crying he holds her – and his tears back – a shared darkness in the room

Made so from the fantastic bright lights clinging against

The rococo stucco running up and down in stunning gold -

Looking down like the mesmerized eyes from each and everyone

In those 60 dollars seats.