Chocolate and Churros

on a midnight blue street where the voices
are loud and joyous and the tables are too
small to fit everyone. But we make it work
and squeeze close together, knees touching
as churros are dipped in warm chocolate. 
Our bodies still vibrate with energy and we
can almost hear the music from where we
were before. We giggle, thinking about all
we’ve done and the night is still young isn’t
it? Chocolate spills onto our hands as the 
churros grow short and we lick our fingers,
not wanting to waste the dessert. But it
only takes so long before the cup is empty
and the churros have disappeared. A 
waiter wipes our hands with a wet rag –
we’ve made a mess of the table – and we 
bid them a good night. Buenas noches we
tell them. Hasta manana! And tomorrow
we will do it all again. 

                                                    tessa juliane