Trains.

Click-clack click-clack, we speed down the track.
We lean back, our hands folded together, our eyes near, searching.
We wander.
The pull of your glowing eyes draws your knees beside my own, colliding gently.
You grin, sheepishly, a faint ember of a smile that lights up each side of your face, creating a gentle laugh.
A passenger across from us shoots a look at us, betraying distaste at our obvious sparks of attraction.
The whirring of the train and the blurring of the lights we pass are perfect.
Suspended time. In a train car. With you.