i'll be around- you were right about the stars

tuesday and i waste no time when the food arrives.

"have you ever found yourself making uncontrollable noises of enjoyment while eating?" i ask her as we both shovel biryani, curry, and spicy pickles onto our plates. she stops mid sentence, her mouth curling up and her head tipping to the side- sure signs of impending laughter.

"yes!" she giggles through a mouthful of rice.

we discover, much to our chagrin a few moments later, that we're both making uncontrollable noises of enjoyment.

we stay too long, letting the wine stain our teeth purple and the smell of curry work its way into our hair. the background noises of the restaurant- clinks, low murmurs, the classical sitar track that plays in a loop- are killed suddenly as my laughter races across the room, crashing through the calm atmosphere like a whirlwind. when we finally escape, the waiters bowing and smiling, their teeth stark and white against their dark skin, the evening has progressed to true night and the rain to a light mist.

my skull is full of words, ricochetting madly.