i am looking at you and you are looking at me. our pupils are two fingers crossed together in prayer that this moment might last forever. i am learning the anatomy of your eyes. that shade of brown which makes me think about chai tea, the way that freckle in your left sits on the blue halo of your contact lens like the earth orbiting the sun, the way you blink with care. you are in the driver’s seat and i am in the passenger’s. we are not touching yet i can feel you. we are not saying anything yet it is so loud in here. loud with the rhythm of raindrops beating on the windows which are competing with my heart, loud with yours cheering mine on. i am looking at you and you are looking at me and we are not saying anything yet we are saying everything. we are not touching yet we are making love.