with my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter

babe,

i've looked you square in the eyes over candlelight. over plates of too expensive food, with jazz music drifting through open bay windows. i've looked at you on your side when you're sleeping, with your hand high above your head and the blankets at your feet. and i've looked at you from behind, that time you led me to our special spot to propose.

but i like looking at you best from the passenger seat. your jaw squared as you maneuver the old bus down the highway. sometimes with the sunset behind us, sometimes in front. but most of all, i like that moment when we're stuck at a red light, and you turn to look over at me. and even through your sunglasses, i can see your eyes squint with love.