it was unseasonably warm for a january morning, and
as a result, the front windows of your car were left
cracked open to the lazy morning air

and i saw them hanging there
like open mouths poised to spill their secrets

i searched for a pen.

i thought about writing down all the things i love about you
every time you took my breath away
every fever dream of you and every time i wished i could undress you right then and there
and i was honestly so close.
your windows were open, and i could slip it easily onto your passenger's seat.

but no one was parked on the other side of you,
and i would quite certainly give myself away.
so i didn't risk it, and i'll have to be content
with hoping you wanted to undress me, too